One-Shots

LouiesAnonymous

I'd been pushing his buttons all week. All damned week, and all that I've gotten is a stern "knock it off"??? How dare he? How dare he be such a mundane, relaxed dom?!

"Daddy I want this." I held up a candy bar.
"I already told you sweetheart we came for just the trash bags and plus you've had enough sugar for the day, you haven't even had dinner yet."
"But I want it."
"But you haven't had dinner and we are not buying unnecessary sweets so go ahead and put it back."
I stood and stared for a moment, debating throwing a fit or not, but his eyes and his posture screamed at me to not even try it.
He scanned the trash bags, ignoring my long thought.
"I want the candy bar."
"Baby girl, we are not here for - "But I want it", I cut him off.
"But do you need the candy bar?"
I scanned it on the self checkout machine. "Yes, I do."
He inserted his card into the machine and I swear I saw him smirk a bit.

I heard his babbling on the phone from down the hall. I loved when he was like this; raw, sweatpants, no shirt, muscles bulging, and on the phone yelling out commands to his staff. "Baby girl, could you come here for a second?" he walked away continuing his conversation.
The room was quiet and dim, "come here" he fanned me over to his desk.
"Alright, we can finish it all tomorrow, I've got my little lady standing here with me so I'll be getting off of the phone. Baby, be polite and say hello."
"Hi." I chimed.
"I said hello, not hi."
"Hello."
He smirked, "Later, gentlemen."

"Hi baby," he smiled.
I smiled back.
He points to the floor, "you see that little mat over there?"
I nod.
"Bring it here."
I dragged over the mat, presenting it to him. He grabbed it, and flipped it over, pointing the spikes towards the ceiling.
"On your knees."
I stared for a moment and before I could react, he yelled out at me. "On your fucking knees!"
His voice echoed and made my ears ring. He gripped my shoulder, forcing me to the ground. My knees immediately became weak and numb to the spikes.
"Baby girl, what is your problem?"
I frowned, staring him in his eyes. He took a step closer to crouch.
"Now honey, we talked about this. I can't read your mind or your feelings and I surely cannot help if you don't tell me what's wrong. So, what is wrong?"
The room fell so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
"I'm not fucking doing this with you today. I've been far too nice for far too long" his hands found his leather belt in the closet.
God, I hate that fucking belt.
"Clearly you're lying to me, and then you have the audacity to sass me? And more than once? Tsk tsk tsk. Now I would have taken that, and spoiled you with gifts in the past, but we agreed to work on using your words didn't we? And I gave you multiple times to use your words, right?"
I nod, accepting defeat.
"I want you to count these out for me."
He struck me with hard force, my cheeks heated and I felt the tears coming. "One"
"One what?"
"One sir."
"That's two added for bad manners. You know better baby."
He quickly spanked me twice more, taking my breath away. My knees were aching on the matt and I was fighting to keep my balance.
"Two, sir. Th- three sir." My breath hitched.
"All of your fucking backtalk and disrespect, your rudeness and bad fucking attitude, and you're already crying and I've only hit you 3 times. three. three goddamn times and you're already crying like a big fucking baby." He spanked me again. "You need to stop with the fucking attitude and the goddamned bickering, do you hear me?"
"Yes"
He raised his voice, "Do you hear me?!"
"Yes, sir. Yes I hear you."
He stood and stared at me before walking away, leaving me on my knees. "Stay there and think about what you've done."