Warnings: +18 Minors Dni, spanking, dom-sub relationship, slight dumbification if you squint.
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Marc had his lips all over her and it was torturous.
"Stop," she mumbled, "I need to leave, baby. I'm gonna be late."
"You're not going anywhere, sweetheart." He reconnected their lips and she let herself melt into him.
For only a minute.
"Marc, for real though. I do have a hurry."
He knew that she had some time before she needed to leave, so he decided to give her a little treat before she left.
Besides, he knew that she would always be able to really stop him if she simply used her safeword.
"What did you say?" He asked, and his voice almost sounded like a bark. With a shocked look appearing on her face, he put his hands through her hair and yanked at it, so she was forced to look up at him.
"You being a brat? Huh?"
Her bottom lip was quivering but he could see the familiar excitement in her eyes.
"No, sir."
"I think you are," he tutted and yanked at her once again, "and you know what happens to little brats don't you?"
y/n would have been on her knees if it weren't for his tight grip, "No, please. I'll be good, promise. I'll be good, now let me leave, I'm gonna be late."
Marc smirked with his teeth showing, "Oh, but good girls don't ask to leave, y/n. Good girls do what I say and stay when I tell them to. So I guess we're gonna have to punish you."
Marc looked around the hotel room to think of something but he decided that the old fashioned way would be more than enough.
He let go of her, knowing full well that she wouldn't move because he could see her chest heave up and down as a telltale sign of her desire.
He sat down on the end of the bed and patted his lap.
"Here," he said and y/n followed after swallowing deeply. "Now I'm gonna have to punish you. You happy about that?"
She stood in front of him, "No, sir."
"But there's nothing that I can do about it. I've gotta remind you of your place. So lay across my knees," he gestured to his lap, "your usual position."
y/n complied and gracefully dropped herself over his knees. He could see the tremble of excitement running through her body.
Before lifting up her skirt, he teased her over the fabric for a few seconds and relished in the sensation of her wriggling against his cock that was almost fully hard.
When he finally did lift her skirt, he saw that she was wearing a white G-string. He gave it a light tug, and watched as it pulled at her tender pussy lips. She was already soaked.
"You're going to count every single blow and if you miss count I'll have to start all over again. You understand that, sweetheart?"
y/n nodded, "Yes, sir." Her voice sounded strained.
He rubbed her cheeks with his right hand before giving her a nice and firm slap.
She jumped in her spot but tried her best not to make a sound. "One."
"That's a good girl. Maybe you're not a brat after all, taking your punishment like this. Might change my idea."
She didn't reply but he could see her tense up, preparing for the second blow.
He wanted to give her a shock. So after bringing his hand down once, he quickly slapped her again.
Rather harshly, which made y/n howl with pain.
"Two, three." She sobbed but she was discreetly trying to rub her clit against him in an attempt for friction.
Without warning, he spread her legs and slapped her cunt.
"Four," she whined but Marc tutted.
"Oh no, this isn't four. It's merely a warning for you to take your punishment like a good girl. No need to be a slut."
"Yes, sir." He could hear how miserable she was but she did not dare object.
Her ass cheek was already starting to glow so he moved to the other. And slapped her harshly once again.
"Four!"
He wanted to make the last one count, he wanted her to be reminded of him whenever she sat down throughout the rest of the day.
So he mustered all his strength before hitting her one last time.
She screamed and let out a sob but he could see that she was happy.
"Five."
He gave her a second for her to recover from all the blows. "What do we say?"
"Thank you, sir."
"That's it. Well done. Now look how happy you are, how grateful. No one likes a whining brat, I hope you remember that."
"Yes, sir."
Marc chuckled and a thought came to him.
Ever so slowly, he peeled off her panties and watched as goosebumps appeared on her thighs.
He gently slapped her again and urged her to stand up. With her eyes now on him, he made a show of pocketing the tiny scrap of material.
Her lips formed an 'o'.
"You can go now."
She shuffled in her spot before pulling her skirt back down. "But, you'll allow me to put another pair on, yeah?"
Marc stood up, "I thought you just endured your punishment. I don't want you acting out again. No panties. I keep them. You'll be reminded all day of just how wet you are. And how I have the power to make you come. You're not allowed to touch yourself when you're not in my presence, you understand that?"
She nodded.
"My silly little slut," he had said the words as an endearment, "You're such a good girl for me."
A large smile spread across her face, "Thank you, sir."
