She wasn’t going to get away with it this time. She knew she went too far. That was all part of the fun and the thrill: pushing and pushing and pushing the limits. Very similar to Icarus that flew too close to the Sun, she crossed a line and had to accept the consequences. In her case, unlike Icarus, it wouldn’t be wax wings that would melt. Although, there might be some wax melted later in the night, she thought to her own amusement.
P was a brat. As most brats do, she would enjoy that constant struggle of power that made N force her to submit. Teasing him, pushing his buttons, doing everything she could to annoy him was in her nature. She wanted, no, she needed to be made to submit. Her submission had to be earned and not everybody could do that.
She was a very successful woman. P had a career, money, goals, friends. She was hard-headed, goal oriented, a very achieved go-getter. She would think of herself as a modern woman. She was a feminist, a free spirit, an all capable being. But. But, she was enjoying a secret private life: one of a Brat.
The relationship with N had not always been the same throughout the years. When she first met him, he was this gentle soul that wouldn’t have hurt a fly. How he had changed in the past years and evolved, she thought with pleasure. He was still the man she loved, gentle, patient, protective of her, but now he was also something more. He was hers. She was his.
As she walked home, she remembered that first night when she had opened to him about her desire to be made to submit. About her need to be put in her place. How, at first, he was confused and disoriented by such a request. How, with time he got more confident with his role.
The rough tugging on her jacket made her come back to earth. N was walking fast, grabbing her by the coat, forcing to almost run at his side. They were rushing home and she could barely keep up with him. She couldn’t contain her smile when he said:
“You’re going to get what you deserve, you little mischievous bitch.”
She knew that tonight was going to be fun. N only called her a “bitch” when she really pushed all the rights button.
“But daddy, I didn’t do anything wrong,” she said innocently.
“Don’t make it worse by trying to undermine what you did tonight,” he replied immediately.
Still trying to keep up with the pace, she felt a little out of breath, but was still able to answer back:
“But, I don’t even know what you are mad for,” she said pleadingly.
“I know you know, but I will still take the time to explain why you are going to get punished tonight. First, you belittled me in front of everyone by hinting that I was not good in bed all night long. Second, everything I said you just kept on arguing to prove I was wrong. Third, you kept calling me “babe” even though you know I hate that.”
“Oh, but babe, I was just trying to make you comfortable with my work colleagues.”
“Shut up, you know that’s just lies, I will not tolerate this kind of attitude from you or from anyone. You are going to learn what respect means even if it takes me all night to make it stick to your stubborn head.”
“But, babe, I don’t think what I did was that bad,” she replied.
“Stop calling me babe!” he said almost shouting now.
“Babe, calm down, people are starting to look at us weird.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, you are the reason why I’m so worked up.”
As he finished his sentence, she saw the door of the apartment building in which they lived. She knew it would only be a couple minute until she would be brought to repent for the night of jabs she had given him.
He opened the door, pushed her inside and then pressed the button on the elevator that would bring them to the third floor. As the elevator door opened, a couple of neighbors got off and gave them both inquiring looks. N didn’t react to those and just pushed P in the elevator. As the door closed, she savoured the exquisite excitement that came just before she was made to submit. They were alone, and she could see on the corner of her eyes just how mad he was.
N was impatient to deal her with her battiness. P wish to be made to submit came quicker than she expected as suddenly N pressed the manual stop button of the elevator. It stopped suddenly between two floors and the elevator’s doors stayed shut trapping its occupant within its metallic belly.
That took P by surprise. She had not anticipated that reaction. She felt N grab her by the hair and firmly make a fist with her hair in his strong hands. He pulled her harshly towards him and he said with a mean grin:
“Now, we are just us two. There is no one else here. I’m sure it’s only going to be about 10 minutes before someone notices that the elevator is not working anymore. I guess we will have to teach you a lesson in that meantime.”
As he finished his sentence, N pushed P against the closed doors of the elevators. The impact made a loud noise as her fragile body hit the wall. Unphased, she just chuckled at his attempt to intimidate her.
“Is that all, babe?” she said amusingly.
“No, that’s not all,” he answered.
He grabbed P by the hair and forcefully turned her towards the doors. She struggled for good measure, but N was stronger than she was, and she could only delay a little bit the punishment that was meant to happen. He pushed her legs apart with his knee and he reached under her skirt. With dexterity, he lowered her panties to her knees. He then lifted her skirt so that her bare ass was now showing.
“Don’t move,” he said as he left her standing against the wall and took a couple steps back.
P heard the sound of the fabric rubbing against something slightly harder. It didn’t take long before she understood what was happening. The first swat of the belt came swift on her left cheek.
“Ooow,” she groaned.
“Brace yourself slut, we are only starting.”
He then hit her a couple more time on her ass. Alternating between the left and right cheeks, her ass was becoming redder and redder. It was becoming harder and harder for her to stay put and not move. Her ass was now feeling sore, and she started to regret pushing N so much during the night.
After a couple of minutes, the blow stopped coming and P’s ass was left painful and bruised. N took a step back to contemplate his work and satisfied took a step forward.
“Alright, now time for the real thing.” He said.
P heard the sound of his zipper opening and it didn’t take long before N throbbing and erect penis found it’s way between her legs. P didn’t move as N started thrusting aggressively back and forth.
“Why are you so wet after taking such a beating, whore? You enjoy being belted in an elevator? What a slut you are,” he chuckled.
“Hmmm, you feel so good inside me,” she moaned.
“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this,” he said as he smacked her tender ass.
She screamed a little bit, and he put his hand over her mouth, using that as leverage to thrust even deeper inside her. He was rough with her; he didn’t hold back. It was exactly what she wanted, the mix of pain and pleasure that was happening to her.
Before long, P heard N breathing intensifies and she knew it wasn’t going to be long before he came. He grabbed her by the throat and with an ultimate effort thrusted one last time deep inside her before releasing his juice.
He held her in place for a couple second then he removed himself from her. Her pussy was full of her own juice and of the semen that was left in her. Some of it started to overflow and drip along her legs.
She heard the zipper of N’s pants, but she didn’t move yet. He approached her again. He pulled her panties away from her legs.
“What are you doing?” P asked worryingly.
“Bad girls like yourself don’t deserve to be wearing panties.” N answered.
“That’s not fair, I’m full of you! You can’t expect me to walk all the way to the apartment without panties on, I’m going to be leaking everywhere. If we meet a neighbor, what will he think of me?” she argued.
“You should have thought about that before you acted up my dear.” He said with a satisfied smile.
He then pressed a button on the elevator, and it suddenly started moving again. P was praying that no one was waiting and that nobody would see her in that state.
Luckily for her, nobody got in while they were going up. The elevator reached the 10th floor without ever stopping.
“Hmm,” said N visibly annoyed by the fact that nobody saw P in her current state.
When the doors opened to let them out, she wondered how she was going to walk the meters that were separating her from the apartment door.
N chuckled and said: “Better hurry up and walk, the longer you wait, the more gravity is going to do it’s job.”
She crossed her legs and started to walk slowly, clenching her vagina muscles trying to prevent anything from dropping on the floor or on her legs more than it already did.
N walked behind her, mocking her, watching her as she struggled to walk and hold everything inside her.
Finally, after what had seemed an eternity, she reached the door of their apartment.
With a sigh of relief, she turned to N and defiantly said: “See, I was able not to drop anything on the carpet.”
“You were able to yes, but did you think your punishment would finish here?”
Taken aback, P looked at him with surprise.
“That’s right slut, this was just the beginning.”
He unlocked the door and quickly pushed her inside, got in and closed the door behind them. Without making a sound he got behind her and pushed her farther in the vestibule.
She didn’t know what to expect, but she was excited to find out, which he had planned for the rest of the night. She was already an aching mess. Her ass was sore, her pussy was raw from the fucking, and what was inside was starting to drip on her legs more and more. Some of it got on the floor.
“Why the fuck are you dripping on my floor?” He asked menacingly.
“I can’t help it; you took my panties! Then you made me walk all the way up here. I can only hold it in for so long…”P replied.
“Get on all four, I’ll show you how to properly act as a decent girl.”
“No, I will not get on all four, I already did all that you asked me, I’m not going to let you treat me like a dog.” She replied with violence.
He grabbed her by the neck and menacingly waved a finger in front of her face.
“I decide what you are going to do and how you will be punished for the lack of respect you showed me earlier. If I ask you to get on all four, you get on all four. I don’t want to hear another word coming out of your mouth. Now get on the floor, or I swear you will regret it.”
Reluctantly, she got on all four. Waiting for his next instructions.
“Lick everything that you dropped on my clean floor, slut” he said as he pushed her head down towards the small puddle of cum and pussy juice that had dropped from her earlier.
She had no choice but to comply with what he asked her to do. She slurped and lapped everything that was there until the floor was once again clean.
“See, that’s how decent girls act, when they make a mess, they clean it up. Now get your ass moving and go to the bedroom,” he said as he smacked her on the ass.
She jumped a little bit taken by surprise by the blow. Immediately, she started crawling towards the bedroom door.
“Faster,” he said, as he spanked her again to make her move.
She quickly got to the bedroom, she paused once she got in, waiting for her next instructions.
“Sluts, like yourself should be fucked on the floor,” he said as he started to unbuckle his pants.
He grabbed her by the hair, got on top of her and without any warning trusted himself right inside her again.
She yelped, still sore and sensitive from the fucking she had gotten in the elevator.
He pushed his sex as far as he could, making sure to fill her up completely while simultaneously pulling on her hair.<
She started moaning with excitation.
“Look at what a dirty slut you are, all turned on by being fucked on the floor.”
“Hmmm, you make me your dirty slut, sir,” she answered.
“Finally, a good answer out of your mouth,” he replied.
As he said that, he let go of her hair and grabbed her by the neck and started lightly choking her.
Immediately, P, felt like she was going to cum.
“Oh, you are going to make me cum, sir,” she said.
“Don’t you dare cum without permission.”
“I won’t sir,” she added.
He continued fucking her, thrusting in and out of her, making sure to vary the rhythm and the intensity of how he was having his way with her.
After a couple of minutes, she was at the verge of cumming, and he could feel the walls of her vagina tightening. He was not surprised when she asked:
“Can I cum, daddy?” with her voice shaking.
“Cum for me, baby girl,” he said.
She started cumming, shaking and convulsing as her body went through the waves of pleasure that her orgasm was giving her.
As he started cumming, he pulled out of her and unloaded on her ass, covering it with his semen. Some of it went on the floor, but a vast majority of it was on her.
“Clean this up and then go take a shower,” he said as he got up and made his way out of the bedroom.
P, stayed put for a little while, enjoying the orgasm she just had. Then she got up and started cleaning herself as well as the floor.
“I love this man,” she thought to herself.
P started making her way to the bathroom, satisfied with the night that she just had.
The End