Mastering a Minx

Mastering a Minx

They had had the day off, it was a Wednesday. They had been doing odd jobs around the house all day, nipping off to B&Q and Homebase throughout the day. Minxy had been snapping all day, of which she knew she would have to report in her blog. But after dinner she pushed EH just a little too far.

They were watching a reality tv programme and had a difference of opinion on one of the contestants. She was getting really irritated with EH’s point of view and he told her to calm down. She ignored him and he had to repeat himself. He had already noted the day’s bratty behaviour & expected to deal with her on Saturday.

“Minx this is the third time I’m telling you, drop it”

“Fuck you! Asshole!” She flicked her two fingers up at him.

He remained calm. He never spanked her when he was angry but he knew that this required immediate discipline. He walked over to the sofa and grabbed her hand.

“C’mon over here”

“Leave me the fuck alone, I’m watching this and not playing stupid games now. I mean it”

He grabbed both wrists and pulled her up. Almost before she had chance to re-act he had pulled down her pajama bottoms and knickers. He grabbed her waist tight and began spanking hard. She fought and pulled and tried to escape. He held on, spanking each cheek harder than the last. He spanked and spanked. He must have delivered at least fifty swats but didn’t count.

“You can’t spank me every time we have a row. This isn’t fair! This isn’t what we agreed!”

“Minx, I am not spanking you for disagreeing with me. I am spanking you for swearing and calling me names. That in my book is totally disrespectful”

He let go of her waist and took off her slippers. She gave up fighting. She knew she had done wrong and bit her lip to take the punishment.

He bent her over the arm chair and began slippering her backside. Explaining all the time how as the Head of the House he had to be respected at all times. Anything other than that would result in smacking and punishing her bare bottom. Her slippers were actually better than his. The sole was harder and bringing her bottom up a nice crimson colour. Whichever room she misbehaved in determined what she was punished with. The living room was for slippering.

Her bottom began to hurt, who’d have thought her own slipper could cause her such pain & embarrassment. She was still mad and was Not going to apologise. But her bottom was telling her otherwise. She was wriggling about trying to avoid the swats. He got her expertly every time.

“Now, what will bring this little incident to a close?

No answer. He drew the slipper higher for a better aim.He knew how obstinate she was and brought them down fast on her bare bottom. He didn’t leave a breath in between bringing down the next swipe until she relented.

“Im sorry”

“Why are you sorry”

“For swearing & being rude to you” She was yelping and crying. He slowed the slipper down.

“What else?”

“I will not swear or call you names again. Ever” The swats were slowing right down.

“I will hold you to that missy. If I ever have to chastise you like this again the end result will be a caning. Do you understand?” The slipper had left her bottom and he helped her up.

“Yes” She held her head down and rubbed her sore sore backside. He pulled her knickers and pyjamas back up. He patted her bottom and sent her upstairs to her corner to reflect on her behaviour. Fuck, she hated corner time, but she would rather that than push her luck any further. Possibly risking a caning. Plus she knew he would be up to inspect her freshly punished bottom and he may relieve her tension. However hard she was punished she never failed to be excited.

He came upstairs after twenty minutes. There she was on her knees in the corner. Her bottom on show and her hands on her head. He beckoned for her to come and sit on the bed.

“How sore is your rear end?

“Very”

“I shall expect that to last until tomorrow which shall serve as a reminder for your naughty behaviour. Next time I shall ensure you have problems sitting down for a week. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes” She must remember not to swear at him, anything but his nest of canes. She leaned forward to ask if she may pleasure him.

He allowed her to and afterward tucked her up in bed. He knew she needed more but she would have to wait. He couldn’t reward that behaviour. He kissed her goodnight and left her to sleep.

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