𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐝

“We can’t play if you don’t behave. If you do good today, it won’t take long. Now, go do what I asked you, please, baby.” I could tell you were in deep sub space, I needed to keep you there so my words would get through to you.

My eyes were closed once I got back in bed with you, not sleeping but just resting still. “No, we can’t, we’re gonna spend today retraining you. Go get your list of rules from my office.”

I groaned a little and got up. I walked to the bathroom and grabbed the heating pad you used when you had cramps. I turned it on and put it between your legs then I grabbed you a couple of pain pills for you. “Better?”

It was 7am on a Saturday and you were whining to me about hurting. “Try and sleep it off, little one, you can’t put ice down there, so just relax, it’ll pass.” I slurred, still have sleep.

I went to the bathroom to grab a hot towel to clean you up with but by the time I got back, you were asleep. I still cleaned you up gently to not wake you up and I put you in some of my clothes. I tucked you in and kissed your forehead softly before going to clean myself up.

I felt you cum but I didn’t even care. I finished in you, and let it seep in for a minute until I pulled out. I untied you and then sat you up to look at me. “You know I hate punishing you, right, baby? Don’t make me do it again okay? Behave.”

I pushed your head into the sheets when I heard you speak again. “What did I just say? I don’t want to hear you, now shut up.” I got more rough with you, spanking you occasionally combined with my hard strokes.

I slapped your face when you started complaining, I wasn’t in the mood and you knew it. I turned you over and made to arch your back as I fucked you deeper. “I don’t wanna hear it, just take it.”

“The next time I catch you acting out like this, it’ll be worse.” I quickly got out of my clothes and pushed myself into you, not letting you adjust before I aggressively slammed into you, keeping your legs spread and in the air.

After about maybe 30 spanks, I was satisfied. I put you on the bed on your back and went to the closet to grab some rope. I quickly tied up your hands and put them about your head as I opened your legs and slapped your clit harshly. “Who owns you?”

“Yeah, you do.” I stood you up and bent you over you over my lap as I sat on the edge of the bed. “You know the drill, you’ll count. You’ll get as many as I see fit today. What do you say when I punish you?”

I stayed downstairs cooling down for about 10 minutes and then I went upstairs to see you doing exactly what I asked. I put the toe of my shoe right at your clit and spoke to you. “Do you have anything to say before I start your punishment?”

I got back in the drivers seat and started driving back home, and I spoke again when we pulled in the parking garage. “You know how much trouble you’re in?” I turned to you, face stone cold. I helped you out and walked inside and to the elevator for the top floor. “Go upstairs and strip, then sit and wait for me.”

I didn’t even react when you vomited, I saw the mess all over the carpet and dashboard from my peripheral, so I just pulled into a random parking lot and parked. I got out, not saying a word, going into the trunk and getting some cleaning supplies. I started cleaning the carpet and dashboard, completely disassociated, in disbelief that this was even happening.

I reached in the back and grabbed my water bottle for you to drink out of while I drove around in circles, waiting for you to be done. I didn’t mind waiting a few for you to be sober, especially since I needed your brain to work when I punished you.

I drove to mcdonald’s and ordered you a big mac and fries to try and sober you up. I took the long way home so you’d be further long, not wanting you to be that drunk when I dished out your punishment. “Satisfied now?”