Disciplining the Brat

Disciplining the Brat

By Katie Kulka

Chapter One - Saturday Afternoon

I was sitting at home on a crisp fall day. The sun had been out all day. Earlier I had heard my neighbors mingling around outside, and yet I hadn't been out all day. It had been a totally lazy Saturday at home for me.

I had been flicking around all day, catching bits and pieces of old movies, comedy reruns, and even a little bit of college football to see how the various teams that I had a tangent interest or relationship to were doing.

I'm Ashley, a 24-year-old, living in a new city, with my best friend Becca. We moved here after college just over a year ago now, got a place, and took the town by storm. Armed with ample spending money from our first real jobs and bereft of any real obligations after work, it seemed like most nights we were going out to dinner, the bar, or clubs where we inevitably would meet hot guys who fancied us.

Or at least we had until recently. One of Becca's recent hook ups, a man by the name of Dominic, had clipped her wings so to speak, and the two of them had been going steady for a solid month now. They made a good couple, and I was happy for them, but I often bemoaned the loss of my partner-in-crime for evenings out.

So, instead of meeting guys at the bar or clubs, I downloaded Tinder for the first time in my life. Which was where I had met my date for this evening. A man by the name of Spencer. Spencer is 54, much older than me, but there's something about him that intrigued me although I had never dated a significantly older man, although I had once sucked off a college professor junior year for a passing grade.

It was then that Becca walked in the door, wearing a cute, but respectable dress. Which was something new for her. Most of her clothes were revealing at best or outright slutty at worst. As were mine. I suspected Becca had likely come home to pick up some things or maybe catch some air.

Like always, I smiled at the sight of my bestie.

"Hi Bec," I offered, smiling warmly.

"Evening Ash," Becca replied.

We always shortened each other's names when talking in private.

"Don't tell me you slept down here again?" Becca offered, noting the pillow and blanket on the couch.

"Maybe," I allowed. "What brings you this side of town?"

"Dominic has a thing with his friends," Becca replied. "Girls night?"

I groaned audibly. Any other night I would have jumped at the opportunity, even if Becca couldn't go hog wild owing to having a boyfriend.

"Can't. I have a fucking date," I replied.

"That Spencer guy?" Becca asked.

"Yep. It's our third date too," I replied with a grin. "We're going to fuck for sure."

While I often fucked guys the first night I met them, Spencer had taken things slow so far. And that was despite me wearing my usual slutty attire along with shamelessly flirting with him. But it had built anticipation and I was eager for an eager helping of his cock tonight. I suspected the wait would make our love-making tonight even more erotic, exciting, and mind-blowing.

"You have fun," Becca replied.

"Oh, I will," I replied smirking.

"When's the date?" Becca asked.

"9 pm," I replied.

"It's almost 8, Ash," Becca replied, rolling her eyes.

While I was typically smart, I could be a typical dumb blonde on occasion too. This was one of those occasions.

"Oh fuck," I gushed as I looked down at the oversized t-shirt and basketball shorts I was wearing.

I certainly couldn't wear my current attire. I quickly got up and scampered off to my room. All the while I could hear Becca laughing at me. This wasn't the first time I had lost track of time and threatened to be late for a date or something else important.

Chapter Two - Date

An hour later, I was seated in the back of an Uber, carefully applying shimmering pink lipstick, while the Uber driver's eyes darted between the road, my lips which by now were practically begging for a cock to slide between them, and between my legs, where my knees were tightly pressed together to avoid showing him the white thong I was wearing.

I had cleaned up fast for the date and was wearing a strapless pink dress that barely covered my ass, with a black leather jacket over it for warmth as it got cool quick once the sun went down. I had brushed out my blonde locks that flowed freely past my shoulders but taming my hair was nearly an impossible task on the best of days.

I was wearing 5-inch white pumps on my feet. They were as sexy as they were uncomfortable. But I didn't really expect to be standing in them very long tonight. But they were good at two things, making my butt looking round, pert, and full, along with bringing my ample breasts even closer to eye level for Spencer, who was relatively tall at 6'1".

It was 9:10 when the Uber pulled up outside the restaurant, just as I was finishing touching up my makeup. I really should have texted Spencer to let him know that I was running a little bit late, but the last hour plus had been a whirlwind. Thank gosh Becca came home when she did, or I would have been hopelessly late.

I thanked the Uber driver for the ride and got out of the car, holding my clutch purse as I walked toward the restaurant. From the outside, it looked fancier than I had anticipated and I knew that my choice of attire would stand out like a sore thumb in the restaurant. But I never minded the attention.

"Good evening miss," the host offered, once I stepped inside the restaurant. "Meeting someone or are they already here?"

"My date should be here," I offered. "Spencer, tall, jet-black hair that is silver by the temples, strong build, steely blue eyes."

"Oh yes. He's over that way," the host replied, gesturing toward the tables near the bar.

"Thank you, Sir," I replied.

I walked in the general direction the host had gestured, while taking off my coat and slinging it over my arm. In addition to being fancy, this restaurant was very classy, I judged, more so than I had reckoned. At this late hour, most of the women I saw were wearing darker colors and more elegant attire than I was wearing. I smirked softly at wearing something that stood out from everyone else.

That was when I saw Spencer. He was wearing a dark suit, with a gorgeous powder blue tie that softened his eyes just a bit. I smiled warmly at him and waved. The look on Spencer's face was decidedly more mixed. While he was taken in by my appearance, his demeanor and flared nostrils told me that he was displeased at wearing something that wouldn't look out of place at a frat house.

"Hi Spencer, sorry I'm late," I offered as I sat in the chair across from him and crossed my legs at the ankles underneath me.

"Good to see you Ashley," Spencer replied.

It was obvious Spencer was annoyed by my attire and being late. But I would find a way to satiate him later. The waiter had already been here, judging by the waters on the table and the rocks glass populated by brown liquor. I'm guessing bourbon. And most likely not the cheap kind.

Good evening miss," the waiter offered, arriving at the table shortly after me.

The waiter was dressed in a black vest, bow tie, and dress slacks. He was young probably about my age, and reasonably attractive.

"Good evening," I replied.

"What will the beautiful lady be having?" the waiter asked. "We have an extensive wine list."

"I'll have what the gentleman seated here is drinking," I replied, gesturing to Spencer's drink.

"Of course, very good," the waiter replied.

"And do you need some time with the menu?" the waiter asked.

"I'll take the porterhouse, medium, no veggies,"

"That's a big steak, madam. Are you sure?" the waiter asked.

"I've handled bigger," I replied in voice loud enough for others to hear along with a tone that was slightly suggestive.

It wasn't often I ate steak but when I did, I wanted a big cut of meat and nothing green to go with it. I could have a salad or something healthy tomorrow. Maybe.

"I'll take the ribeye, medium rare" Spencer said to the waiter, passing him the menus.

When the waiter left to put in our orders, I smiled brightly at Spencer. He seem mildly annoyed by my comment but I was ready to change the subject to something else.

"You look really hot tonight," I observed.

A suit really fit Spencer well and I couldn't wait until later tonight when I would be lewdly fondling Spencer's cock through his pants.

"Being late is a bad look, Ashley," Spencer scolded.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes to Spencer's words. 10 minutes was late, but not that late I thought. But I didn't want to start a fight. Not when I was an hour or so from getting Spencer's cock. I leaned forward to give Spencer a good view of my cleavage before replying.

"I'm sorry, Spencer. I'll be more cognizant of the time next time," I offered, in a flirty voice.

"It's okay, let's have a good dinner, Ashley," Spencer replied.

"I would like that to," I replied.

Chapter Three - Going Home

After being scolded by Spencer, dinner went surprisingly well. Spencer is a good conversationalist and steered the conversation in ways that most of my dates wouldn't have any clue about, which helped educate me on topics beyond the mundane.

The steak was excellent, seasoned well, and cooked to perfection. It had been a long time since I had eaten anything so good. The remnants of my steak were on the plate in front of me, serving as a nagging reminder me that I had eaten more than I really should have for a date. I had just returned from the lady's room when Spencer was finishing up paying the tab.

Part of me felt guilty for not even offering to pay for half of dinner or at least pay the tip. But Spencer had a good job while I was on an entry level salary. I had spending money yes, just not high-end steakhouse money. I reasoned that he was getting pussy from someone less than half his age, paying for one dinner wasn't an awful trade-off.

"This was a lovely dinner. Thank you so much," I offered, leaning forward just enough to give Spencer another enticing view of my cleavage.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it Ashley," Spencer replied.

"Take me back to your place. Please?" I pleaded softly, reaching out to grasp Spencer's hands.

"Of course," Spencer replied.

He was always a man of such few words when the situation warranted. But he always put them to good use. I just hoped he was this adept at using his cock.

"Let's get going," I replied standing up and putting on my coat.

Spencer took my hand and escorted me out of the restaurant. Outside the cool, crisp fall air hit my face, swept my blonde locks, and tickled my legs.

"Where are you parked?" I asked.

"I walked," Spencer replied.

"You walked?" I asked.

"I have a condo 4 blocks from here," Spencer replied.

I didn't want to, but I couldn't help but sigh audibly. I had worn these skyscraper heels premised on not having to walk that far. Four city blocks wasn't forever away, but it was further than I had anticipated having to walk. I forced a smile before responding.

"Lead the way," I offered, holding out my hand to Spencer.

Spencer took my hand and led me down the sidewalk. The walk wasn't as bad as I feared but I could tell Spencer was walking slower than normal because negotiating the walk in these heels required a more modest pace.

I just hoped that we would get there soon.

Chapter Four - Spencer's Apartment.

Spencer's building was exceedingly nice. Tall, recently renovated, and it even had a doorman. I knew that Spencer did well for himself, but this was more than I had even expected.

At the elevator, Spencer pressed the button for no. 12 and escorted me by a push in the back into the elevator car.

I marveled at Spencer's condo upon entering. It was spotless, devoid of even a molecule of dust, open-concept, and was expertly decorated & furnished. My jaw dropped slightly as I looked around. I had seen places like this on HGTV shows but I never envisioned seeing one in real life.

"I love your pad," I offered, turning to Spencer and draping my arms over his shoulders.

"I'm glad you like it. Make yourself comfortable," Spencer offered.

I peeled off my coat and hung it up on a hook, before venturing about the condo, my heels announcing my presence on the laminate flooring. The couch and love seat were a leather and dark in color, which contrasted with the soft white rug beneath them. The television was hung on the wall, a good 70 inches in size, and it lacked a gaming console beneath it, which was seemingly a staple for any man my age that I went home with.

Looking out the windows, I stood in awe of the view of downtown. I could plainly see the skyscrapers, the river, and the hills overlooking the city. It was a downright majestic view. This was definitely a place I wanted to fuck, I thought to myself.

Behind me, Spencer draped his arms around me, hugging me tightly, providing comfort and warmth, along with pressing his body into my backside. His cock wasn't hard, at least not, yet, but that could be addressed in a manner of minutes. Seconds even.

"Enjoying the view?" Spencer asked.

"I love it," I gushed, rubbing my ass against Spencer's crotch.

"I'm glad," Spencer replied, as he pulled me closer to him.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"Now we talk about your behavior, missy," Spencer offered in a cold, calculated tone that broke the mood and shook me to my core.

"My behavior?" I asked in sincere surprise.

"This insolent brat demeanor, the slutty wanton attire, showing up late like it's no big deal," Spencer offered. "You may think it's cute or sexy and I'm sure the men your age eat it up, but it for what it is."

"And what's that?" I asked.

"It's a cry for attention, for help, for boundaries," Spencer offered.

His arms were tightly wrapped around me now, immobilizing me. Meanwhile Spencer had gotten hard, almost on command, and his cock was pressed into my pert ass. It would have been hot, if he wasn't scolding me, like he had at the restaurant

"I don't need help, thank you very much," I pouted softly.

"I know girls like you," Spencer offered. "Better than you know yourself. You crave a man to guide you and lead you. You act out wondering which man is going to call you on your bullshit."

I squirmed in Spencer's grasp while pouting softly. Something about him saying he wanted to guide and lead me had hit in a certain way, sending a twinge of pleasure coursing through my body like a lighting bolt. And Spencer was right that guys hardly ever called me on my bullshit. Sometimes, I pulled shit just to see what I could get away with. It turns out a lot actually. Well up until now, seemingly.

"Tell me I'm wrong," Spencer offered, as he ground his cock into my ass.

As I stood there, in my heels, with Spencer's arms tightly wrapped around me, his cock grinding into my ass, while I looked out at the city, I realized Spencer was different than any man I had fucked in a long time. Most of them would have disregarded by indiscreet behavior and had me bent over by now. And the ones who hadn't bent me over would have me on my knees orally servicing them. But here, Spencer was fucking with my mind, not my body.

Spencer's fucking with my mind along with holding me tightly was a turn-on evidence by my increased breathing and s

"Maybe you're right," I allowed, squirming as my pussy gushed with desire.

"I know I'm right," Spencer replied.

"So, what now?" I pouted softly, while Spencer pushed his cock up against me even harder.

This was it. This was how a man was going to clip my wings, take me from my carefree days to one where I was a dutiful girlfriend, just like Becca was now with Dominic.

"It's time for your punishment, Ashley," Spencer noted.

"Punishment?" I replied in bewilderment.

Spencer spun me around to look me in the eyes. His steely blue eyes met my ocean-blue eyes as we connected with each other.

"Discipline really," Spencer replied. "Your outfit is unbecoming a young lady like yourself. Especially at such an upscale restaurant. Take it off and climb across my lap."

I pouted softly as I looked into Spencer's eyes. I hadn't been spanked for years, since a sorority initiation. I could refuse. I could leave even. But I didn't want to. My body yearned for more attention from Spencer. And my mind wanted to see how far and how deep this rabbit hole of being lead and guided as Spencer had put it went.

"Okay," I pouted softly as I looked up into Spencer's eyes.

The outside of Spencer's lips upturned slightly, betraying the slightest bit of a smirk and my submission to him.

I stepped back from Spencer, reached behind my back and undid the zipper on the back of my dress and allowed the dress to fall freely to the floor before stepping out of my heels, leaving me standing there in just my white thong.

I looked down at Spencer, who had taken a seat on a chair, with his legs outstretched. I waited for anything complimentary or validating as he took in my nearly naked body. This was where men usually asked what size my breasts were as if knowledge of the band and cup sizes would make their dick harder. Although many probably wanted it to drop in the group chat later.

But Spencer sat there, almost clinically observing my body, without betraying any outward signs of excitement.

"Those too," Spencer finally offered, gesturing at my thong.

I grabbed my thong at either side of my waist and slid it down my legs, revealing my wet slit to Spencer. I normally took great pride in keeping my pussy shaved, but in my rush earlier today, I had done a haphazard job in the brief shower I had taken just a couple of hours ago. I hoped that it didn't show.

"Come over here, Ashley," Spencer offered in a cold, calculated tone, as he patted his leg.

I bit my lip. I knew this was it. A man was going to spank me. To punish me. Discipline me. All so I could submit to him so he could guide and lead me. Another twinge ran through me just as I thought about it. Twin emotions of embarrassment and excitement coursed through me, each threatening to take control.

In the end, submission won out and I found myself stepping walking toward Spencer to submit to my spanking, my discipline. It was almost an out of body experience, as I splayed myself across Spencer's lap.

Spencer's left hand applied pressure to my back as his right hand softly caressed my pert ass. The contrast between the rough masculine skin on Spencer's right hand and the soft, tender flesh of my ass was hot and I found myself breathing heavily as I often did when men caressed my ass. Only now I was about to get spanked for being an insolent brat.

"You'll tell me if this is too much, darling," Spencer offered.

Darling. What a telling choice of a nickname I thought as I bit my lip and waited for the inevitable.

"Sure," I replied as I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.

Smack

The sound of Spencer's hand smacking my ass ricocheted through the condo while pain radiated from my pert ass through my entire body.

"Fucking hell that hurt," I cried out in response to Spencer's hand crashing down into my ass.

"Language," Spencer offered up.

I rolled my eyes, but I knew he was right. My mom said a lady never swore. That was a lesson that I had mostly forgotten since the instant I had enrolled in college as a wide-eyed freshman. In the years since, dropping the f-bomb had worked its way into just about every corner of my vocabulary.

"I'm sorry" I pouted softly.

Smack

I gasped out as another blow rained down on my ass. I twitched and squirmed in response to the pain in my ass radiating through my body but stayed silent.

"Good girl," Spencer said.

I moaned softly as my praise kink kicked in.

Smack

Tears started to well in my eyes in response to the discipline being inflicted by Spencer's right hand.

Smack, smack, smack.

Tears started rolling down my face. My ass felt like it was on fire. No doubt it was marked by Spencer's handprint.

"How are you darling?" Spencer asked as his hand caressed my ass.

"Please," I whimpered out softly in defeat as I pleaded for mercy.

Spencer righted me, lifting me up to where I was seated on his lap, facing him. Just an hour ago, I was on top of the world I thought, the center of attention in that restaurant. Now I was defeated, broken, desperate for Spencer's validation, approval, and release from the discipline that he had provided so pointedly to my bare bottom.

Softly, with his thumb, Spencer wiped away the tears that were rolling down my face.

"Did you learn your lesson, Ashley?" Spencer asked.

I bit my lip, considered my response, and looked into Spencer's eyes before replying.

"Maybe," I softly replied with my eyes cast downward.

I wasn't being a brat, saucy, or insolent. I just suspected that my behavior wasn't going to be corrected by a handful of swats on my pert ass.

"You think you'll need more discipline in the future?" Spencer asked.

Spencer's hands by now had settled around my waist, tenderly holding me on his lap.

"Maybe," I pouted, looking up at Spencer for his approval and understanding.

"There won't be any more tonight," Spencer replied. "Go clean yourself up and come back here."

"Okay," I softly replied.

I got up and slowly walked off toward the bathroom, as my ass burned hot, throbbing from being disciplined. Meanwhile, my bratty, carefree spirit, that I had brought with me to the date was nowhere to be found. In its place was deference and submission to Spencer.

Chapter Five - Submission

The bathroom was white, expansive, and as clean as every other surface in Spencer's house. I put my hands on the counter and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red, slightly bloodshot, and my makeup was running.

But was really telling was the look on my face. When I had looked at myself in the phone app in the Uber, while applying makeup earlier today, I saw the reflection of a young woman struggling to contain her glee and giddiness. But now, staring back at me was a reflection of a girl whose confident, brash nature had been shattered into a 1,000 pieces with little hope of being reassembled anytime soon.

Playing in the relatively tepid waters of night clubs and hook up apps was one thing. But dating a man like Spencer, one who had his shit together, required something different.

I turned around to look at my ass. It betrayed a bright pink hue along with Spencer's handprints.

"Geeze," I mouthed to myself.

Spencer had really done a number on my ass, but that paled to what he had done to my psyche. Turning on the water, I lathered some soap in my hands and scrubbed my face. The warm, soapy water was therapeutic and when I looked back at my appearance in the mirror, as I damped my face dry with a towel, I saw the bright, sweet reflection that was so familiar to me beginning to return.

I sighed to myself. It was time to return to Spencer. I grabbed the knob to the door and turned it, stepping back out into the large open space. By now, the pain in my ass had subsided and I had become aware of other sensations. Particularly the feeling of the cold laminate on my bare feet.

Slowly, on the balls of my feet, I minced back over to Spencer and sat on the couch beside him, tucking my feet under me as I oriented myself toward him. He had put a college football game on the television, but I wasn't paying attention to that.

Softly, I planted a kiss on Spencer's cheek.

Spencer turned to me and softly brushed my hair back. I grabbed his hand, eager for his touch to continue.

"Feeling better Ashley?" Spencer asked.

My ass still throbbed but it was manageable. It was like Spencer knew just how hard to spank me to effect a change in my behavior without actually hurting me. He must have done this before. Maybe a lot.

"Much better," I replied.

"Do you want to be a good girl now?" Spencer asked.

My body gushed in response to Spencer's words. It was that praise kink again.

"Yes," I eagerly replied.

"Then you know what to do," Spencer replied.

Whereas much of Spencer's condo was covered in hard, cool laminate boards, the seating area where the couch and television were had a soft, white, fluffy rug, that was practically begging for me to kneel on it, between Spencer's outstretched legs, and suck his cock.

I found myself sliding off the couch and was soon positioned on my knees between Spencer's legs and reaching for his belt.

Looking up at Spencer, he looked so commanding and assertive as he looked down at me. Softly his hand brushed my cheek that was flush with heat.

"Get to work, Ashley," Spencer ordered softly.

I nodded and reached out with my hands to undo Spencer's belt. I could see the bulge in Spencer's dark dress slacks, which told the tale of his cock that was eager to come out and play with my wet, willing mouth.

My mouth was salivating at the prospect of sucking Spencer's cock. My fingers, trembling with excitement, struggled to unbutton Spencer's pants after undoing the belt. But when I finally moved to undoing the zipper on Spencer's pants, his cock was pressing against the thin fabric, eager to have my fingers and mouth all over it.

Spencer helped me out by raising his butt allowing me to pull his pants at the side, pulling them down, freeing his cock, which burst free and stood tall, like a flagpole, begging for attention from me.

I quickly corralled Spencer's cock in my right hand and examined it with lustful eyes. It was as if submission to Spencer, kneeling, and being on the verge of sucking his cock had brought back some of the giddiness and eagerness into my psyche. I was determined to do a good job sucking Spencer's cock.

"I love it," I gushed as I held Spencer's cock in my hand.

Spencer's cock with girthy, warm, full of life, and would soon be depositing cum into my mouth. I leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the head of Spencer's cock, causing it to jump in my hand.

"It likes you Ashley," Spencer observed as he took a firm grasp of my head with his right hand.

Submissively, I permitted Spencer to manipulate my head until his cock was pushing past my lips and into my mouth.

"You're an obedient cocksucker, aren't you Ashley?" Spencer asked.

"Mmm-hmm," I moaned softly with the head of Spencer's cock pushing against the back of my throat.

Spencer held my head down on his cock, presumably to establish his dominance, necessitating the need to breathe through my nose while my tongue massaged the member in my mouth.

When Spencer released his firm grasp of my head, I started to eagerly bob up and down on his cock, creating the gagging sounds all men love as I sucked his cock.

Spencer's groans combined with him shifting his weight on the couch told me I was doing a good job. I was intent on giving Spencer the most pleasurable experience possible.

I had been a brat, arrogant, and brazen. Now I was eagerly submitting to Spencer, desperate for his approval. Spencer's cock was hot in my mouth and saliva was pooling at the sides of my mouth and no doubt Spencer's cock was liberally coated with it.

"Ashley," Spencer called out.

I had been looking down, at his cock, focusing on providing Spencer a great blow job. But now I looked up, mouth full of cock, into Spencer's steely blue eyes looking down on me.

Spencer reached with his hand to once again run his hands through my wild blonde locks.

"Where do you want me to cum?" Spencer asked with his hand in my hair while his cock was lodged deep in his mouth.

Slowly I removed Spencer's cock and stroked it softly with my hand. His cock was coated base to tip in my saliva and soon my hand had a lot on it as well. There was only one place where Spencer wanted to cum. He just wanted to hear me submit to asking for that myself. I sensed this was going to become a theme with us.

"Please cum in your mouth and let me swallow your hot, sticky spunk," I pleaded softly with big doe eyes as I softly stroked Spencer's cock with my hand.

"If that's what you want, darling," Spencer replied.

There was that nickname again. Heat flushed through me, likely a combination of excitement and embarrassment. I took Spencer's cock back in my mouth, firmly wrapping my lips around it, as I started to slowly bob up and down on it again.

Tonight, hadn't gone how I planned for sure. I thought tonight would be a fun bout of carefree sex, probably from behind after dinner. But Spencer had looked into my soul and revealed something about me that I didn't even know existed.

My ass still smarted from the discipline Spencer had given me and I had just begged Spencer to swallow his seed.

Spencer's breathing was going labored as I bobbed on his cock while moving to cup his balls. His large, hairy balls that carried his seed that would soon be in my belly.

When Spencer groaned something primal along with his cock twitching in my mouth, I knew eruption was imminent. I relaxed my throat and prepared to finish being a good girl by swallowing Spencer's cum.

White, hot seed erupted from the head of Spencer's pulsating cock, flooding my mouth with his population paste while Spencer's body contorted as my mouth filled with his seed.

It was so much more than I had anticipated and I struggled to accommodate it. I swallowed as more cum oozed into my mouth, onto my tongue. Spencer's cum was slimy, salty, and sour, likely owing to his diet which included red meat and dark liquor.

But it wouldn't be in my mouth long. I swallowed again and looked up at Spencer, his cock still lodged in my mouth. He was looking down on me with a look of excitement, wanton desire, and

"You liked that, didn't you?" Spencer asked, running his fingers through my hair again.

I nodded eagerly before leaning back, taking a deep breath. As I sat back, resting my butt on the back of my legs, I looked up at Spencer. There was a look of fulfillment and contentment to look strewn across his face. I know this was how it was going to be for us, with me acquiescing to his wants and desire as he led the relationship and provided me with guidance as he had stated. Along with discipline for any missteps.

"Come sit here Ashley," Spencer offered, patting the seat next to him.

I climbed onto the couch once again, my feet tucked under myself, my back arched offering my breasts to Spencer, as he turned toward me and once again ran his fingers through my hair, before leaning in to kiss me softly on the forehead. I moaned softly at Spencer's tender kiss. I love forehead kisses so much.

"You were a good girl just now Ashley," Spencer offered looking in my eyes. "A very good girl."

Validation surged through my body as my skin tingled and I blushed at Spencer's compliment.

"Thank you, Spencer," I softly whimpered.

"If you continue to be a good girl, there will be rewards," Spencer offered.

I found myself nodding to Spencer's words.

"And if you're a bad girl....," Spencer started before letting his thought linger mid-sentence. He likely wanted me to finish his sentence.

"I'll be disciplined," I quickly replied.

"How do bad girls get disciplined?" Spencer asked.

"They get spanked," I replied, softly.

"Good girl," Spencer replied. "There is some bourbon in the liquor cabinet. Go pour us a couple glasses and we'll have a toast to your newfound attitude."

I nodded and got up, walking toward the liquor cabinet, feeling the cool laminate boards on the balls of my feet once again after stepping off the soft, plush rug. No doubt Spencer was looking at my bare ass, still pink from the discipline that he had given me.

There was a latch on the liquor cabinet that I pushed up before softly pulling open the doors. The liquor cabinet was full of top-shelf and some small-batch brands. I hadn't even heard of many of the brands in the cabinet.

I grabbed the bourbon and poured a couple of fingers into two awaiting rocks glasses, before picking up one with each hand and turning to face Spencer. He had just finished buttoning his pants back up and had turned his attention back to the television.

Slowly, I walked back to the couch, sitting down beside Spencer and handing him his glass.

"Thank you, Ashley," Spencer replied.

"You're welcome," I cheerfully replied.

"I never took you for a bourbon drinker," Spencer observed.

"I like any type of liquor," I replied blushing slightly.

It really was true. Since entering college, it had always been any port in a storm for booze and over the years I had developed a taste for any kind of liquor.

"Either way, cheers Ashley," Spencer replied.

We clanked glasses together and I took a sip of the brown liquor along with Spencer. The liquor was warm, complex, and had a touch of sweetness along with a hint of oak. It helped wash away the residual taste of Spencer's seed in my mouth.

As I sat there, next to Spencer, holding my glass, my ass still smarted. But something had replaced it as my primary concern. My pussy was gushing and positively yearning for attention. Yearning for Spencer's cock. My submission to Spencer had turned me on something wicked and I needed to get fucked hard.

But I suspected Spencer would need some time to recover from blowing a load down my throat. But I could wait. We had all night. I hoped.

"Spencer," I offered softly.

"What is it, Ashley?" Spencer asked.

"Can we have sex soon?" I asked as I placed my free hand on Spencer's leg, inches from his cock.

"Being disciplined and being a good girl has you horny, doesn't it?" Spencer asked.

I swear it was like this man had a window to the deepest thoughts.

"Yes," I replied, probably more eagerly than I meant.

"It will have to wait, but yes," Spencer replied.

"Thank you," I said, before leaning my head on Spencer's shoulder.

I pouted softly as I sat there, naked and horny as fuck. I would get mine soon, I reasoned. I would just have to be a good girl and wait. Even if it was hard. Looking at the television, I could plainly see that the game was in the third quarter. It looked like I was going to have to wait a while until I could get Spencer's cock thrusting in and out of my pussy.

I just hoped that I could be a good girl and wait until then.

The End.