Put in my place

I walk into the kitchen to see you cleaning some dishes. 'Hi handsome', I greet you as I walk up behind you and squeeze your ass. You yelp, spooked by me suddenly touching you. A plate almost slips from your hands in the process. 'Babe you can't do that! You almost made me break a plate', frustration laces your voice. I chuckle and walk over to the fridge to grab a Caprisun. 'Me? How is that my fault? I bet your fingers were just too slippery from all the soap you put in there', I tease, knowing full well I walk quietly and you scare easily. 'Don't try me right now, darling. You don't want to make me snap.' I can tell by your tone you are being very serious. 'DoN't TrY mE', I respond anyways, while turning my back and walking to the kitchen table.

I've just put my Caprisun down on the table when suddenly I feel you press up behind me. One of your hands, still slick with water and soap, wraps around my neck. Your breath fans my ear as you tilt my head back so it rests on your chest. 'Oh you are in trouble now', your voice a low rumble as you squeeze my throat a little tighter. I gasp as you choke me and roughly grope my breast with your other hand, water soaking into my shirt. 'S-sorry Sir', I manage to choke out in shock. 'Oh? You're sorry?', an evil chuckle releases itself from your throat. 'A little too late for that now. You will be sorry when I'm done with you.' With those words you release my throat and chest and push me forward harshly. 

I catch myself just in time with my hands before I land flat on my chest on the table. My landing pushes all the air from my lungs, so I desperately try to catch my breath. You don't give me much of a chance though. With your foot you roughly kick my ankles until my legs are spread far apart. Then you grab my wrists and pull them back harshly until you can pin them on my lower back. 'What are you- ahh', I start but am quickly interrupted as your hand lands on my ass hard. My surprised yelp echoes through the kitchen, followed by the slapping sound of skin hitting skin. Again and again and again. I wiggle around, desperately trying to get away from the abuse on my ass. 'Ahww does it hurt, little one? Don't tell me this isn't exactly what you wanted. You like it when I hurt you', the sadistic grin on your face is audible in your voice as you keep hitting, switching sides every few hits.

After a few minutes, you suddenly stop. I loose a relieved sigh, relaxing a little onto the hard surface beneath me. But then you start roughly tugging my leggings and panties down. 'Hey! What are you doing?', I question, suddenly growing wary. 'You didn't think we were done yet, did you? Oh no-no. That was just the warm up.' My eyes grow wide and I try to push myself off the table, to no avail. You squeeze my wrists in a warning and push me down a little more. I hear some clinking as you reach for something on the kitchen counter. Then a flat wooden object traces lightly over my sensitive ass. Oh fuck no. A spatula? 'You are not gonna use that on me', I spit out as I wiggle my entire body, trying to gain an inch of space to get away from you. 'Since when do you make the orders around here, hmm? I most definitely am going to use this on you. Or did you forget I warned you about teasing me?', your deep voice rumbles in a sadistic tone. 

A loud smack echoes through the kitchen as the spatula lands on the left side of my ass. I cry out as a sharp stinging pain shoots through my body. You barely give me a second to process before the spatula harshly hits the right side of my ass. Whimpering, I throw my hips side to side as if it would somehow help me get out of this predicament. The spatula smacks my left side again, this time repeating the hits ten times. You make sure to hit on the lower side of my butt, right were I would be sitting. This is gonna hurt tomorrow. The same ten hits get repeated on my right side, making me cry out every time the wood makes contact with my skin. 'Where's your attitude now, hm? You little brat. Ready to apologize?', your voice is rough and loud as you hover over me, still maintaining your firm grip. Tears spill from my eyes and my breathing is heavy as I try to recover from the hits.

I clearly don't answer fast enough, because the spatula lands harshly on my ass again. Hitting both bruised sides at once, you earn a sob from me. 'Yes! I'm sorry Sir, I'm sorry. Please stop', I cry out, but you roughly push down my wrists in warning. 'Sorry for what. You have to do a bit better than that, little one.' I sniffle my nose and breathe in deeply, trying to regain a sense of calmness. 'I'm sorry for teasing you Sir. I'm sorry for not listening to you', I manage to squeeze out as another tear slips down my cheek. Behind me, you breathe in deeply and exhale slowly. Then your grip on my wrists loosens and the spatula clatters next to me on the table. 'Come on, get up', you say, your voice a bit gentler now. 

Slowly, I push myself off of the hard surface. Still a bit fearful for another form of punishment. But you open your arms and pull me into your chest. As soon as my head hits your warmth, the real tears start. You just hold me, one hand lightly massaging my head and the other wrapped firmly around my waist. 'That's it, good girl. Let it out', you murmur softly. I sob, clinging to your shirt for comfort. 'You needed that, didn't you. You needed that outlet. You did so good', you comfort me with your words and embrace as you gently rock us side to side. I nod my head, the flow of tears coming to a halt. 'I'm sorry Sir', I whisper softly, my face half-buried in your chest. 'Shh. No need to apologize darling. I needed it too. Now let me get you a tissue and some cream for your butt.' Through my sniffling I manage a giggle. 'Thank you.'