Make Me.

Chapter Fourteen

Things got a little rough when they got home. Grace refused to get out of the car. She actually thought climbing  into the backseat was a good plan when he reached in for her fed up with her attitude. Almost an escape, but her ass ended up sticking straight out instead, as she tried to wiggle herself away from Noah. He climbed into the car after her, laying one thick heavy arm around her waist and bringing his other hand directly across the center of her butt. She Squealed her dismay."Noah! Stop, this isn't funny. Let me go now." She hissed out. She was really asking for it. He flipped her dress up, exposing her ass, only clad in a tiny thong. She cried out in fear of embarrassment. They were parked in their driveway, and it was only now turning to dusk outside. She was sure someone would see. She whined out desperately "Daddy, please! please don't do this here. Please, Daddy, spank me inside." In case you didn't understand this from earlier," he said, every word drawing them out. "I own you, I own this ass," he said with a strike. "I own this pussy" he said, spanking her right over the sesitive area." I decide where you get punished just as well as when you're pleasured." She grunted out her response as she supported herself over the middle consul of their car. Her hands gripped firmly on the backseat, and with her head down, she fealt the second wave of embarrassment from her punishment that day. Unfortunately for her it didn't stop there. He spanked her a few more times before taking her elbow and guiding her back over the arm rest. She sat back on her heels as he kept his grip firm on her upper arm. He reached into the glove box and pulled out a small switch blade. He dropped it in her hands, and she looked up at him with unadulterated fear and confusion written all over her face. He smirked down at her. It was a cold one, though. One that didn't reach his eyes. They were angry. He spoke in a calm voice. " Go out over there," he said, reaching around to point. "To that birch tree in the front yard and cut me a switch." Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and her mouth looked like the hinge had snapped, leaving it hanging wide open. He leaned in close and whispered to her, "Little girl, I was lenient with you earlier. If you don't go cut me a branch this second, perhaps the windows and blinds will be left open for anyone to see or hear you getting punished. Is that what you want naughty girl?" No, sir! I'll go get a switch." She gulped around the last word. A switch. She's never. He's never. She tried to comprehend what was happening to her body as she shifted herself away and stumbled out onto the driveway. She couldn't believe her legs were willing her to go towards the tree, but they did. She made it over to it and, with shaking hands, took the knife and cut off a thin branch. She looked back at Noah as he now leaned against their open front door waiting for her with his arms crossed. She checked around before she quickly ran up to the house, but before being granted entry, Noah held his hand up to block her. "Let's see here what you got, before we rush off, shall we? You wouldn't want the trouble of going back outside to cut another branch if this one isn't fit." He said causing her to shiver as he swung it through the air, slicing it with a quick whizzing noise, making her gasp at the sight, knowing it'd be her at the end of it soon. "No, this one will do just fine little girl." She let out a small sigh of relief, glad she didn't have to go back out and do that again. "Alright, young lady, in you go, I want your nose in the corner in my office. Is that clear?" But daddy," she tried.  He wasn't having it. He turned her sideways and gave a sharp slap to her ass "March young lady, Now! I want you in the corner this instant, and if you so much as hesitate next time I tell you to do something, you'll regret it, I promise." He said through narrowed eyes. Yes, sir, I'll go right now sir, right away to your office." She said sniffling, she hurried down the hall, and when she reached the big wooden door, she yanked at the knob opening it and slamming it shut with a heavy thud. She was already in all the trouble she could possibly get, yet she still couldn't help but make matters worse for herself. She stood in the far corner, waiting for him to come punish her. She stood there nervously, anticipating what he had in store for her. She heard his heavy footsteps outside the door, coming down the hall. She quickly straightened up her stance, hands behind her head, back and shoulders straight, and legs apart. She heard him before she saw him. He came into the room and shuffled things around at first. A chair scrapped against the floor, and she heard the light switch being turned off. She strained her head back, trying not to arise any suspicion. To see him kneeling over the small fier place, stoking a building flame. She focused more ahead and on what she could hear now that she had an idea of where he was in the room. So she thought as he jerked her hips out, causing her to make a small screaming noise. Her hands flew forward and caught the two sides of the conner wall she was facing, "this, is how naughty girls that are about to be spanked with a switch stand. Understand me?" She whimpered out a small "yes...sir" he retreated back over to the drink cart, she could hear him making himself she assumed a stiff one. She waited a good three to five minutes as she stood there ass pushed out and legs spread wide apart with her back arched. He finally from the sounds of it got up and moved over near her, she could see him coming from her peripherals. She was terrified. The bamboo cane they had tucked away made a rare appearance, and it was by far the wost implant they owned, she would beg for his belt before she willingly took lashes from the cane. And now here she was about to feel a fricken switch she had to cut herself, how mortifying, she prayed no one saw her. He instructed her to turn around and come to him. She slowly rotated her body now facing him. He had the glow from the now nicely lit hearth illuminating behinde him and with the smell of bourbon in the air he looked like the devil in his angel disguise."Grace, lean over my desk and reach you hands all the way over." He said, pointing and motioning for her to comply. She walked over on shaking legs and did as she was told. She felt her dress being lifted once more and bunched around her waist and her little lace thong being pulled down. She whimpered over his desk so exposed and dreading the hot heat she already fealt before he even touched her." You were incredibly naughty today young lady. Tell me why please. He walked around her and squatted down to eye level so she was forced to say it to his face. He raised his eyebrows and asked once more "why. Are. You. Being. Punished?" He punchered evey word with so much authority it made her quiver. She cleared her throat before giving her scratchy response." I-I...I had an adittude today and I...I uhh..umm....she fumbled for the words. Her husband stood up and picked up the birch tree branch and she panicked "wait! Please, sir I touched myself without your permission sir! and I came without your say so...sir" she rushed her response out as fast as she could. He tapped the switch against her thighs and she tightened up wanting so badly to be bound right now afaird of her own lack of will power to hold still. She knew better than not to move and to stay in position, but she so desperately wanted to protect her bottom. He was waiting for the rest of her response he gave her ass a smarting flick with the switch causing a red line to instantly appear, and as soon as it landed she gripped the desk and threw her head back. Oh what hell this would be. "I didn't listen when we got home! I misbehaved and had to be spanked in the driveway." She all but screamed out as another lash came across her quivering ass cheeks. He tapped at her again. " I warned you, little girl. What would happen. I never thought you'd practically beg for it." He mused as he landed another strike. She cried against the pain, she kept position though, her hands wrapped around one edge of his large desk as her body stretched across the rest of it, making her ass a perfect target. He tapped at her thighs "Open" is all he said to her "good, good girl that's it just like that." She spread her legs further apart. She sniffeled through her tears for she loved hearing him say that. She held still as he brought his hand up to her lower back resting his hand firmly on her. He kept up tapping at her bottom and thighs before he raised the switch and brought it down in a fury. She bawled over his desk, pleading. " No, Daddy, stop!" But he was determined, and she took every last lash with as much dignity as she could muster. Her ass was lined from top to bottom with thin red welts. He said to her, "Grace, you know you're not allowed to use your safe word during punishments. That we agreed that it be taken off the table considering that it's during a time of discipline." She knew all this, why was he telling it to her now? If she knew she could say her magic word and it would all stop she wouldn't be in this position, literally.  That's why she wasn't allowed to say it, as soon as it crossed over from it feeling good to this is Not meant for your enjoyment  anymore she knew and so did he what that looked like. "Yes daddy, I know I can't say it when I'm being punished." She said around her sobs," I'm going to push you tonight baby, just like you pushed your luck with me today. I want you to take all of it you hear?" She gave a small "yes, sir" before he laid a hard slap across her sore cheeks "Yes, Sir!" She cried out. He rubbed his rough palm over the lines he made and used both his hands to spread her cheeks. She was practically panting over his desk she knew she was wet and now so did he, he tisked. "How did I end up with a wife who just loves to be punished hmm?" He asked gruffly, "I'm sorry for being so naughty sir" she said blushed from embarrassment. He clicked his tounge against the roof of his mouth, "you're about to be very sorry indeed." She hadn't noticed until that moment that he had his drink back on the desk next to her but something else sat next to it. Oh no. It was a small ginger root. One from their cart that was used for other drinks. He noticed her taking it in. "This, is for naughty girls that don't listen, and misbehave." He picked up the ginger and brought it to her cheeks, she jerked up but he held her firmly in place. "Don't move!" he commanded, she whimpered afraid for what was next. He trailed it up and down her hot swollen ass before he inserted it into her dusky pink hole. She hissed out in pain from the quickly building, burning sensation she had in her ass at that moment. She cried out in pain, while Noah picked her underwear up off the floor from next to her, and brought them to her lips demanding that she open and take them in. She did gaging on the fabric. He reminded her to keep her position and not to move, he came up behind her and after a moment  entered her soaking wet pussy, he pushed into her hard. Turning the ginger slightly around in her ass. She screamed around her panties, he left it in for another minute or so before removing it and replacing his thumb there instead. She was grateful that horrid thing was gone but the pressure of his thumb mixed with the intensity of the burning feeling left behind, she was turned into a mess over his desk. He continued to push his way inside her, building an intense sensation she couldn't hide from. He saw it and after a few more hard thrusts pulled himself out expelling all over her rosey cheeks, she grunted and whined against her gag. As he spread his seed all around on her well punished ass he told her to, "Go get back in the corner just like before we started, young lady. I want to see that freshly spanked bottom of yours sticking out from the wall." She stood and pouted her way back over to the corner. Her red welted glistening cheeks were put back on full display as she stood there holding her dress bunched up at her waist. She cried out her frustration of being denied pleasure and from her spanking as she stood back in the corner. After she calmed down Noah asked her to come back out and over to him, he sat back in a large arm chair near the fireplace and when she walked over to him he pulled her gently onto his lap. She laid her head down on his chest and he brought his hand up to rub over her back. She felt a new wave of tears come over her when she now truly felt sorry. "I-I'm...sorry daddy. I'm sorry I misbehaved  so badly today, and needed to be punished. Please forgive me?" She asked as she peeked up at him through her wet lashes. He was shushing her to rest, he ressasuered her that she was completely forgiven from it all. He just wanted to hold her. And she just wanted to be held. They sat there together for some time in the quiet just the soft ambient sounds of the fier crackling next to them and the ice hitting up against his glass every so often. Before she could drift off to much he gently and very carefully carried her to their bathroom where he made her a warm bath. He washed her after she soaked in the warm water erasing all the tension. He brought her to bed in a warm towel and after drying her off and making sure she was ready for sleep he tucked her in before he took care of himself and joined her under the covers not to long after. She curled into his chest and he stroked up and down her arm until he knew she drifted off and soon after following her himself.