Domestic Training: SpankingSome lessons just don’t stick… so..
Added 2025-03-04 19:01:13 +0000 UTCDomestic Training: Spanking
Some lessons just don’t stick… so my Master made sure this one did.
The kitchen towel has a specific place. It belongs right there—not on the counter, not on a chair, not anywhere else I happen to leave it behind in my absentmindedness. But I keep forgetting. And my Master? He’s had enough of looking for it.
So today, in the middle of my usual housework, he called me over. No warning. No discussion. Just a firm order: Across his lap. Now.
I felt my stomach drop. I knew what was coming. I had been too careless, too forgetful… and there are consequences for that.
The punishment wasn’t a set number this time—no counting, no pacing myself through it. Just “until your ass is red.” Which meant I had no idea how long I’d be there, how many slaps it would take, how much I’d have to endure. And since I’m not a masochist, I struggled. My body kept flinching, squirming, instinctively trying to avoid the pain. But I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to prove I could take it.
And in the end? I did.
My reward? A firm grip pulling me up, bending me over… and a rough fuck from behind. No hesitation, no gentleness—just pure ownership. And when he finished inside me, I wasn’t allowed to clean up. No wiping, no rinsing. His cum dripping down my thighs all day as I went back to my chores, a constant sticky reminder of my place.
I wonder… will I remember the towel’s place next time? Or will I be back over his lap soon enough? 🥺😇
