Her Port in the Storm, Part 2 (M/f)

[obedientspirit]

John left his darling sub in the corner to think about her outburst.  He opened the closet door, and had a look at his collection of implements.  He was always coming across something he thought would make an impression on Jennifer's naughty butt.  Her Dom considered taking the belt across her bottom for being so disrespectful, but decided against it. John knew his Baby Girl had been very frightened and alone.  Jenny needed to be close to her loving Dom for this punishment. She needed to feel his arm around her, even as he tanned her misbehaving ass.  His eyes fell on a sturdy plastic ruler.  He lifted it from the hook thinking about how much it stung, and how well he could wield it in a good, old-fashioned, OTK spanking.  Having selected the tool for the job ahead of him, John took his terrycloth robe down, and shut the closet door.

While Jennifer remained in her corner, awaiting her punishment, her Dom took his time shedding his damp clothes.  He pulled on the robe, and walked them to the laundry room, not wanting to just toss them in the hamper.  After a trip to the bathroom to towel dry his wet hair, he finally returned to his naughty sub.  He turned her toward him, and smiled at her, seeing her big puppy dog eyes glistening with tears, and soapy drool running down her chin.  Not wanting to swallow the soap, and get a stomach ache, all she could do was let her pooling saliva run over her bottom lip.  She whimpered at him, clearly unhappy with the taste of the bar between her lips, and looking so undignified.  

"Come along, pet."  He told her in an even tone.  As he usually did, when she'd been a bad girl, he grasped Jennifer by the upper arm, and pulled her toward the bathroom.  John stood her in front of the sink, and turned on the faucet.  The Dominant man pulled the slobbery bar of soap from his sub's mouth, wet a washcloth in the sink, and tented it over his index finger.  With it, he reached in, and began giving her tongue a scrubbing.  She whined in dismay, feeling the awful taste of the soap being rubbed into her tingling tongue.  He gave the inside of her cheeks a good swab of the soapy washcloth before he was through as well.

"Go ahead and rinse, Baby Girl,"  He commanded as he held a small tumbler under the faucet, and lifted it up for her.  Jennifer took the glass, swished water in her mouth, and quickly spat it out into the sink.  

"Bleh!"  She grimaced, and did it again, more thoroughly this time, to get the suds out of the crevices of her mouth.  John allowed her a third rinse, before turning off the faucet, and taking the tumbler from her hand.  Whatever taste was left in her mouth would have to be endured while she got her spanking.  He took her by the arm again, and led her back into the bedroom.  He stood her in the center of the floor.  

"Hold out your hands."  He ordered, and she obeyed, lifting up her open palms together in front of her.  John slid the ruler from the pocket of his robe, and layed it across her hands.  It was common for his submissive lady to learn the implement of the night's punishment in this way. She looked up at him with her bottom lip out in a pout, and eyes brimming with tears.  She knew how much that ruler hurt, and that she'd earned a lengthy session with it.     

"You've been a bad girl tonight, and gotten yourself a punishment.  Isn't that right?"  He asked her in his stern, Disciplinarian's tone.  Jenny's lip quivered, and she nodded a little, as she whispered with a small stammer,

"Yes S-sir."

The Dom nodded, and walked around his submissive, as he spoke.  His hands did what they pleased with her body.  He squeezed and patted her ass.  He slid his finger between her cheeks, and prodded her tight little butthole.  He ran another between her thighs, splitting the warm wetness of her pussy lips, and teasing her clit, before moving on to her ample breasts.  He tugged at her nipples, and palmed her tits, squeezing roughly.

"You were disrespectful to me, Jennifer Michelle.  You called me names - vulgar names - and you were generally very salty-tongued to me - not allowed.  I don't appreciate that you shouted at me either.  I understand you were scared, and I know you were upset, but blowing your stack like that is unacceptable. Period.  There's no excuse for it, and you well know it. You're going to be spanked for this, Jenny - hard.  Do you understand me, Baby Girl?"

Jenny nodded her head, and squeaked out a very quiet, “Yes, Sir...” to which John replied, “Speak up, Preciosa. I didn't quite hear that.”

She cleared her throat, and turned to face Him as she tried again – this time looking her Dom and Lover directly in the eye. “Yes, Sir. I understand. I am sorry for the way I treated you. I deserve punishment, and I need it. I know You will take good care of me that respect. In all respects.”

John looked down at her... all the love and sincerity shining in her teary, dark brown eyes... and He nearly caved in and just gathered her in His strong arms to hold her and kiss away all the fear and frustration the sweet lady had been through tonight. He knew that was not the right thing to do though. He knew that His Baby Girl needed her butt spanked red. His darling submissive lover was not the only one in this relationship with duties. He had the duties of protecting her, guiding her, and correcting her when she crossed the line. He would be doing her a disservice if He let her off the hook simply because the whole incident was produced out of her fear of the storm. It would be the same if He excused obnoxious behavior simply because it was her time of the month.

“Yes, Baby... you do need to be punished. I am not punishing you because I am angry. You need to know that. You need to always remember that. I am punishing you because it will help remind you to behave like My good girl in the future. I am also spanking you because it will ease your stress and frustration from today, and it will put you all back to rights. Now, hand me that ruler, and go back to the corner for a few more minutes. I will call you to Me when it is time, and you will come to Me and immediately lay across My lap. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.... understood,” Jenny replied quietly and without argument as she laid the ruler in His outstretched hand. She walked to the corner where she waited quietly, her forehead leaning against the wall as she cried softly. There she waited for Him to decide that it was time.

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Wow! Love, love this story... this is so what I love - please can you do a part 3!