Hidden Discipline

  Hidden Discipline

  Erica Timms

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  Hidden Discipline

  When you look at someone, you start to make assumptions. These might be made based on what she wears or how she carries herself. Of course, this reaction will be superficial because you don’t know what she’s wearing beneath those jeans or under that cute skirt…

  Maybe she has a pair of panties that make her feel docile and subservient.

  When I walked up to the front door, I had my key out, but I hesitated even though I was already late. Feeling a lot like a naughty schoolgirl, I tried to come up with some good excuse. Obviously, I couldn't blame traffic, not when it was already so late. The freeways were obviously abandoned at this hour. Maybe I could say something about my car breaking down, but then I would have called you.

  Actually, that was another mistake I made.

  If nothing else, why didn't I call? Why didn't I tell you I was going to be late? How long would it have taken to send a simple text message? And really, you would have understood. I could have sent a message telling you that I was having a lot of fun. But I just lost track of the time.

  Yeah, that excuse wasn't going to fly.

  Because I couldn't put it off any longer, I turned the key, heard the lock click, and I walked into the living room.

  Legs crossed, you are seated on the couch, facing the front door. You had a book in hand. Despite how late it was, I felt a thrill of desire run through my body. When I see you reading like that, all focused and concentrating, I can't help but get a little thrill of desire.

  The impulse disappears when you closed your book with a thud and set it aside.

  "You're late," you said to me.

  I swallowed with an audible gulp, and I walked half way across the room before stopping. Somehow, I couldn't help but think of you as an angry predator.

  "Come here," you commanded.

  Before I even thought about it, I started moving. My feet seem to carry my weight of their own accord. Apparently, some part of my body wanted to obey you, even if I didn't know what was going to happen.

  "There is a good girl," you said to me. "But do you think you should be standing in front of me? Is that what should be doing right now?" When you asked those questions, my lower lip pouted out. I could tell that you were mocking me.

  "No. I shouldn't be standing."

  "Then what should you do?"

  Honestly, I really didn't like the way you used that patronizing tone of voice, but I responded nonetheless. "I should be down on my knees." I didn't sound especially enthused, but at least that earned me a smile.

  "There’s my girl," you said, grabbing my wrists. With one tug, you pulled me down onto my knees. Now, you seemed to be taller than me despite the fact that you are seated on the couch.

  "Someone has been a very bad girl," you said to me. "Becca, why were you out so late?"

  "I'm sorry. I just lost track of time," I started to say, but you reached out, touching your finger to my lips. With just one simple gesture, you silenced me.

  "Shush. Losing track of time is not a good excuse."

  Damn it. You were right about that. If you had gone out for hours on end without texting or calling, I know I would have been upset.

  "Becca, I've had a lot of time to sit here and think about how I’m going to respond to your bad behavior. I think I've come up with an excellent solution."

  "You want to spank me?" I asked with resignation. As I spoke, I let my eyes drift lower and lower. We both knew how much I hated being spanked. I thought it was embarrassing. More importantly, you knew how to make it sting. I may have been a young woman, but you had no problem grabbing me and pulling me across your lap, letting me squirm while you administered every blow.

  "That's just the beginning," you said to me, and this time I managed to look up into your eyes. A different sort of amusement played along your features. I didn't understand, but I can already guess that I would like this new punishment, no matter what it turned out to be.

  This could be my only chance, I decided.

  I licked my lips, making sure they were nice and shiny.

  Then I lowered my head, nuzzling your inner thigh with my nose. Right away, you were particularly horney, and I could see how your erection tented out your pants. For a moment, I almost grinned, knowing I had the advantage here.

  At least I believed I did.

  I rested my chin on your knee, and I looked up at you with big, pleading eyes. "I'm really sorry I was late. Don't you think, don't you think there is something else I could do for you?" I added that little stutter to my voice on purpose. If you thought I was all nervous and fluttery and girly, then maybe you would be more merciful with me.

  "Are you suggesting something?"

  "Maybe I could please you in some other way? I'm really sorry I misbehaved. Really, I just want to be a good girl for you. I went out and I had a lot of fun, but I lost track of the time, and I know that's really bad of me, and I promise I'll never do it again."

  "What are you suggesting?" You reached down and touched my cheek. "Be specific."

  "Maybe I could pet you? Maybe I could give you a massage? Or maybe I could just use my mouth on you," I said, doing my utmost to sound as doc
ile, pliant, and sweet as possible.

  "Oh, I really like those ideas. You are definitely a smart young girl," you said to me, still stroking my cheek. In fact, I tilted my head to the side, making it easier for you to pet me.

  "I'm going to give you a chance," you decided.

  "Thank you. Thank you so much!"

  "But there's a catch,” you told me, and I did my best not to grimace or groan. This was going to be my opportunity, so I couldn't mess it up.

  Sitting up a little bit more, you pulled down your fly. A moment later, you had your cock out. Despite all the frustration you must have felt when I didn't respond to my phone, your tip was damp with excitement. I licked my lips again, wondering exactly what I would have to do and for how long.

  Going down on you had never been a really big problem for me. Lots of my friends hated blow jobs, and they may not have been my favorite thing in the world, but I liked to think I was skilled with them. And of course, you had never complained.

  "I'm going to give you a minute. If you can make me come in that time, then we can just go to bed. Otherwise, you're going to get the rest of your punishment, just as I planned."

  A lump formed in my throat, and I tried to gulp it down.

  Still tired from playing with my friends, I licked my lips. I opened my mouth, thinking that I should try to argue with you. A time-limit didn’t sound fair! Or even if I had to have a time limit, I should've probably gotten a longer clock.

  But then I glanced up to you, and I immediately recognized the irritation and frustration etched into your features. You were tired too, and you weren't going to tolerate any dissent, not from me.

  I’d been a bad girl friend, so maybe I deserved of this.

  Inhaling, I filled my lungs, and I give you a quick nod of my head. "Okay. When does my time limit start?"

  "Right now," you said once you had your phone out. The clock started to run, so I leaned down, but I didn't start right away. Instead, I reached out with my hands, stroking you gently, petting the underside of your cock as well as that spot just beneath your balls.

  Your eyes locked on me for a moment, and we both knew that I was playing a dangerous game. I had offered a blow job, not a hand job, so I couldn’t keep this up for much longer. Still, I knew how much you loved to be touched just like this, and I wanted to maximize your pleasure.

  Okay, so maybe that was a little bit selfish of me, but then I knew I ran out of your patience the second you took your hand and placed it on the back of my head. You guided me down, and there I was, on my knees in our living room. Opening my mouth, I wrapped my lips around your circumference.

  Since my lips were already damp, I could just start to move my head forward and back, taking in one inch at a time. I tried to acclimate to your girth as best I could.

  "You're running low on time," you said, taunting me all over again.

  My brows may have tightened, but I did my best not to let your impatience get the best of me. This is going to be the best blow job you ever received, I decided. I was going to make you come, and you weren't going to be able to stop me!

  Only right then, with your hand on the back of my skull, you really didn't seem intent on stopping me. If anything, this was going to be your treat for the night. You have been worried about me, and now you have me back, down on my knees, right between your legs.

  You had some tension to relieve, it seemed.

  "You're going to have to do better than that if you don't want to be punished," you said to me, that taint of ridicule back in your voice.

  Lifting my gaze, I looked up to you, even as I had your member deep in my mouth. In fact, you were almost all the way in, and I was going to have to worry about gagging soon. It wasn't fair, not when you were some big.

  In that instance of thought, you could tell just how you're trained I had become. I didn't like the way you were teasing me, taunting me with the fact that I was on the clock.

  "Tick tock," you said, emphasizing the fact even more.

  My nostrils flared, but I decided that I could do this. I wasn't going to let you stop me or slow me down, so I began to bob my head faster, taking you all the way in. You buried your shaft between my lips, and I could feel the tip of your cock touch the back of my throat. Again and again, I had to struggle against my gag reflex. My eyes watered, but I didn't give in.

  Concentrating on my breathing as well as the movements of my tongue, I suck your cock with everything I had. I was going to make you come! I was going to give you all of the pleasure I possibly could, and then you weren’t going to be able to punish me!

  Almost giddy, I kept going, moving faster and faster.

  "Times up," you announced, placing your on hand on my forehead.

  I couldn't believe how much self-control you had as you nudged me back. I blinked several times, the taste of your excitement still on my tongue.

  "Now it's time for your real punishment," you announced, putting yourself back together. Although you still had that raging hard-on, you put your cock back in your pants.

  While I stayed there on my knees, I couldn't help but curse your self-control. Once or twice, I nearly opened my mouth, ready to argue with you. I wanted to insist one minute wasn't enough time. A dozen other complaints probably flashed through my head as well, but I knew better than to utter a single one of them.

  After all, I was the girl in trouble, and one glance back up to your handsome features made that abundantly clear.

  "On my lap," you said to me.

  I puffed up my cheeks, exhaling my exasperation.

  "Now," you insisted, your tone taking on a stern energy.

  A shiver ran down my back, mostly because you're commanding demeanor always triggered something within me.

  Swallowing back my trepidation, I crawled up onto the couch, and then I settled down on your lap. My chin rested on one of the cushions, and I waited.

  "Becca, Becca, Becca," you said, disappointment lacing every word. "You've been a very naughty little girl. When I let you go out and play with your friends, you need to keep your phone on you at all times. You need to respond whenever I text you."

  You raised your hand, and then you brought it down hard, swatting my ass. At the moment, I have on a dark blue, party dress. A layer of fabric along with my panties protected my buttocks, yet I can still feel the hard swing each time you connected.

  "Sorry! I'm sorry!"

  You rested your hand on the curve of my ass. "You will be. You will be," you repeated, bringing your hand back up. I closed my eyes, doing my best to think about something, anything else.

  My mind blanked, making me the perfect specimen for this kind of discipline.

  Your palm came down again with a quick switch, and I flinched as I heard the clap. Doing my best to keep my eyes from dampening, I inhaled and exhaled through my teeth, concentrating on my breathing.

  "This is for your own good," you said to me. "When you misbehave, you need to be punished. I need to know that you aren't going to run off and get lost. You know how worried I was about you?"

  The sentiment would have made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside, except it meant thinking after spanking. Braced on your lap, I couldn't help but imagine how I must've looked. As a young woman in her twenties, I should have netted a basic level of dignity and respect.

  Not here. Not now.

  "I'm sorry! I promise I'll do better next time!"

  "Yes, you will," you said to me, spanking me again. This time, I flinched, and a little yelp escaped my lips. "But right now, I want you to show me just how solemn and serious you can be. For the next ten spankings, you're not allowed to make a single sound. If you do, you're going to be in even more trouble."

  My lips parted, and I was about to say something, but then I froze, remembering your moratorium. Cursing silently, I wanted to play more than anything else, but I knew better than to break your rules.

  You raised your hand again, and I could feel it hover above my small frame. At any moment, y
ou could make it sting. You had the power. You had control.

  At this point, I practically hyperventilated through every breath. Even so, you took your time, letting the anticipation build. This was your favorite part of the spanking, keeping me uncertain. Sometimes, I thought you could be really mean!

  Whimpering like a little girl wouldn't help, so I bit down, doing my best to obey your latest order. Okay, so I wasn't allowed to make a sound. I could do this. I could do this. I could do this, I kept telling myself.

  My lips tightened, I inhaled, and I exhaled.

  Your hand finally slapped down against my bottom.

  "That wasn't as satisfying as I hoped it would be," you said to me. "I think I'm going to try that first one again." Your meaning was clear. You were going to restart the count.

  Worse, you were daring me to say something. And in fact, I did open my mouth, and I did fill my lungs, but I also caught myself at the last possible moment. No! You aren’t going to be able to talk me into a mistake.

  "Good girl," you said, mocking me again. In fact, you decided to stroke the back of my neck, helping me to relax. That didn't last long, not as you used your other hand to pull back my skirt.

  "You're in your blue panties," you said to me.

  Again, the impulse to respond shot through me, but I kept it battened down. No matter what, I wouldn't make the mistake of talking.

  "Let's try this again," you said after giving my ass a quick pinch.

  My cheeks blushed brightly just before you gave me a quick swat.

  A burst of pain shot through me, but I didn't call out.

  "Bare bottom," you decided, grabbing my panties by my waistband. You pulled them down, letting them bunch around my knees. With my skirt pulled up and my panties pulled down, I quivered with embarrassment. I didn't like being naked on your lap in our living room. Sure, there was no one else to see me like this, but that didn't matter.

  "One," you said, and then you spanked me again. "Two," you continued, keeping your voice even and level. It became infuriating. After all, you are spanking me, yet your voice remained detached and unemotional.