M/F ~ BDSM ~ Age Gap ~ Dirty Dom ~ Spanking ~ Punishment ~ Rough Sex

My Dom Will Spank Me for Being a Bad Girl

I know he’ll have to punish me for going so long in between our sessions. Or at least I hope he will!

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Content warning: This story may feature some elements of consensual dubcon, rough/degrading sex, BDSM and dominant/submissive power play that some readers might find objectionable… and others might find delectable!

Tessa

After that mind-blowing session with Blake, I rush to get dressed and leave Club Hot Commodities, with both Blake and I saying we’ll see each other soon.

I feel like I’m floating as I go home in a hurry. I’m nervous about whether my parents will be upset that I was gone, but I’m also excited about everything that had just happened with Blake.

As my Uber turns onto my street, I get a text from Blake.

Tessa Davenport, you take my breath away. Tonight was so hot. You are my everything. I can’t wait to see you… and those gorgeous curves of yours… again soon.

I smile happily and think about what to text him back. It has to be something good, because what he sent me was amazing.

As I’m thinking about it, the night replays itself through my mind, from going to Club Hot Commodities thinking I was just bringing Brianna a dress, to Blake fucking me over and over again in the Enclave.

And of course, I can’t stop thinking about the most exciting part of all — the fact that he’d told me he loves me!

I already have visions of the future running through my mind, as I imagine all the different ways we can have fun together, both sexually and romantically.

Will he tie me up every night?

Will the way he plays with me get even kinkier and crazier?

It has already progressed a lot in such a short amount of time.

I can’t believe I was wearing nipple clamps and letting him give me electric shocks and spankings with wooden paddles.

But there was nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

In fact, I liked it and it turned me on so much that I’m already hoping for more.

Will he make good on his promise to have anal sex with me?

And how will that work when his big cock can barely fit in my pussy, let alone my ass?

He stretches it out so wide that I always think it might split open.

But then it feels good when he’s stuffed his cock all the way inside my pussy, so maybe the pain will turn to pleasure with anal sex, too.

And then when it comes to matters of the heart, I let my mind run away with possibilities.

Will we get married?

Will we have babies?

He’s already talked about wanting to knock me up!

And he had unprotected sex with me. It felt so good to have my naked pussy stuffed with his bare cock.

I loved how it felt for him to shoot his load inside me.

I wonder how long it might take for me to get pregnant.

And I wonder what my parents will say. I doubt they’ll approve, due to the fact that he’s so much older than me — in fact, he’s way closer in age to them than he is to me — not to mention that they definitely wouldn’t approve of the way we met, although hopefully they won’t ever find out about that.

Fuck.

My parents.

Before I can go on to my happily ever after with Blake, I’ll have to hope they don’t find out what we’ve been up to. And I have to sneak in without them realizing I was gone tonight.

But as soon as I slide my key in the door, it opens by someone tugging on it hard from the other side, and all hope of sneaking in without my parents noticing is crushed.

My phone vibrates in my hand, and I look down to see warning texts coming in from Brianna — something about “Don’t go home tonight, come here instead,” but it’s too late.

“Tessa,” my father’s stern voice booms. “Where have you been?”

“Just… out,” I say, pathetically fumbling for words and finding none.

As my father and I walk into the living room, I see my mother on the couch, sobbing as though I was a 13-year-old runaway finally returning home, instead of a 19-year-old young woman who had just happened to go out on a Friday night.

“Don’t even try to say you were at Brianna’s because we already know you weren’t,” my father continues. “Your mother was so upset about your absence that we were forced to call her and ask.”

I look at him cynically because I doubt Brianna would betray me like that. But a part of me is feeling crushed, wondering if she had.

I know my dad can be scary, but what would he have said to her to make her give me up like this?

“She claimed you were over there at her house,” he says, which makes me breathe a sigh of relief.

It also makes me want to kick myself hard for ever doubting Brianna’s loyalty even for a second.

“We knew that wasn’t true,” he continues. “So, I went over there to check for myself.”

“I can’t believe that even Brianna would lie to us,” my mom sobs. “We’ve known her since you two were young girls and we’ve always been so nice to her, even taking them in sometimes when her whore of a mother was too busy working to take care of her and her siblings.”

“Mom!” I snap.

I know I’m on thin ice with my parents as it is, but I’m not going to let her speak badly of Brianna’s mother. Plus, I figure I’m probably going to get kicked out anyway, so I may as well defend her on my way out.

“Brianna’s mother had to work because their father left the family,” I state, although my mother already knows this.

“Well, maybe if she wasn’t such a whore…”

“Barbara!” Dad cuts my mom off, which surprises me. “We’re not here to debate Brianna’s parents. We’re here to discuss the fact that both Tessa and Brianna lied to us tonight. That means Brianna isn’t a safe friend for you to have any more, Tessa. I don’t want you seeing her again. Ever.”

“Dad, I’m nineteen,” I protest in exasperation.

“While you live under our roof, you won’t see her again,” he says.

Great.

Now I’ll be stuck here bored to death without even being able to see Brianna. I’m beginning to wish he had kicked me out.

“Let me ask you again,” my father says, glaring down at me. “Where were you tonight, young lady?”

“I just wanted some adventure, so I went out,” I tell him, completely making it up as I go along, and knowing that what I’m saying isn’t very believable.

But it’s not like I can tell him the truth!

“Where? With whom?”

“Just to a bar in Tempe. With some other friends,” I lie. “I do have other ones besides just Brianna, you know.”

I say this with a note of defiance in my voice, as if taunting him with the fact that he can’t isolate me from everyone forever.

“I don’t believe you,” he says.

“Why not?” I ask. “These friends of mine go to Arizona State. We were just hanging out in the college area.”

“I still don’t believe you and I’m going to get to the bottom of this,” my father declares. “And whoever it was that you were with, I’m going to make sure they can’t contact you again and lead you astray like they’ve been doing. Hand me your phone.”

“Dad! No.”

My mouth is open wide, and I realize I should hold my phone close or run away, but it’s too late, because my dad is ripping it out of my hand, where I’d still been holding it outstretched while I walked in. I’d been so busy trying to read Brianna’s message that I hadn’t thought to put it in my purse.

I doubt that would have saved me, though, because my dad probably would have just grabbed my purse.

He takes anything that’s mine and thinks I should have ownership over nothing.

“Get to your room,” he says, as if I’m twelve, holding my phone tightly in his hand as he glares at me.

I go, but not without casting my own glare at my mother.

My father might be the one who usually acts like the tyrant but she’s the one who goes along with it — and she’s the one who even insults my best friend’s mother while doing so.

I’m happy to stomp up the stairs and leave them down in the dark bottom floor alone.

If they’re going to treat me like I’m twelve, I might as well act like it.

I’m so mad at them I can’t even think straight. Mostly about the Brianna insults, though, to be honest.

What kind of mother helps her daughter’s friend just to use it against her and judge her for it later?

I realize now that this is what they always do. They claim to be helping me go to school but they hold it over my head to get me to do everything they want.

They act like they’re doing me a kindness or a favor, only to punish me for it or hold it against me later.

I’m sick of it and determined to get out of here. I don’t even have money holding me back anymore and I can’t even use that as my excuse.

Instead, I’m forced to admit to myself that I’ve mostly stayed stuck here out of fear and inertia.

But now I can be with Blake, and that’s all I want.

My ass cheeks still sting from the spankings he gave me.

My nipples still hurt from the clamps.

And my pussy is aching from the way his big cock split it open and tore it up.

Yet already I want more.

And I’m determined to find a way to get it, no matter what my parents have to say about it.

Tessa (One Week Later)

My parents have kicked me out for being with Blake, so I’ve had to go live with my best friend Brianna. The worst part is that it’s been a week and I haven’t heard from Blake.

Once I’m settled into her guest bedroom, I can’t help but let my mind wander as I start thinking about Blake, as usual.

Brianna thinks this is all some big misunderstanding somehow, but I don’t see how it could be. Still, I hope somehow she’s right.

Still, it’s way too early to sleep and I know that my mind wouldn’t be able to even if I tried. So, I let it drift off to thoughts of what I’d want Blake to do to me if we could see each other again.

I bet he’d pull my panties over to the side and spank my ass, hard.

“That’s what you get for going so long without seeing me,” he’d tell me, as he rubbed my ass cheek before spanking the other one. Then he’d rip off my panties in one gesture. “That was just a test I was putting you through. You were supposed to come find me. Bad pet.”

Whack.

Whack.

Whack.

His hand would strike each of my naked ass cheeks in quick succession before he’d take out his big cock and shove it roughly into my pussy hole. I’d already be soaking wet from the feeling of his hands on my body and the way his spankings turned me on, so it wouldn’t hurt too badly. Just the right amount.

“Now you have to let me take you over and over again and show you what happens when you go for even a few days without doing everything you can to be with me — even when I’m the one claiming I don’t want to be with you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I’d say, as his huge cock would ravage my pussy, pounding it while he twisted my nipple and then spanked my ass again. “I’ll never not want to be with you no matter what. Even if you say you don’t want to be with me.”

“That’s more like it,” he’d say, caressing my ass cheek now, while still thrusting his dick in and out of my dripping wet pussy hole. “I knew you wouldn’t keep me away from these curves of yours. They belong to me now.”

“Yes, Sir,” I’d tell him, as I felt myself starting to cum on his cock.

“Say it,” he’d command me. “Say it loud and strong.”

“My curves belong to you now,” I’d tell him. “You bought them and paid for them and they’re all yours.”

“I can do whatever I want with them, whenever I want, can’t I?” he’d ask me.

“Yes, Master.”

I’d start moaning his name as I was sliding all over his cock, but he’d stop me mid-orgasm and say, “I didn’t tell you to cum yet. Stop cumming.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I’d tremble, trying my best to stop the juices that were already oozing out of my pussy and onto his big cock.

“I said stop,” he’d say, taking his cock out of me and filling up my pussy with his fingers, as if trying to plug up a dam that had already started overflowing. “This is my pussy and it only cums when I tell it to, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master, I do,” I’d tell him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cum without your permission.”

“We’re going to make sure that doesn’t happen again,” he’d say, putting more and more fingers inside me until they were stuffing me full.

“Owww, Master, you’re hurting me,” I’d whine, but I wouldn’t say the safe word, because part of me would still be turned on.

“I’m hurting your tiny little pussy?” he’d asked me. “Am I being too rough with it?”

“Yes, Sir, you’re making my pussy hurt.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he’d say, and stuff his entire hand into my pussy.

He’d roughly fist me while he watched my pussy hole get bigger and wider.

“Oh, ouch, oww, Master!” I’d cry out.

He’d slap my ass as he fisted me even more roughly.

“Let me do what I need to do to stop you from cumming,” he’d instruct me, as tears slid out of my eyes and red welts appeared on my ass for him to admire.

“Yes, Sir,” I’d whisper. “Do what you want with me, Master. I need to be punished for my disobedience.”

He’d slap my clit and pinch it with one hand while his other hand was deep inside me, turning and twisting and making me cry out in pain.

“Ow! Master! Ow!”

“There you go,” he’d say, pulling his fingers out of me and blowing some cool air on my pussy with his lips to calm it down a bit, before giving my aching, throbbing clit a kiss. “Only now that you’ve experienced pure pain can you feel true pleasure.”

Then he’d bend his mouth back down and start sucking on my clit while continuing to fist me. His whole hand would be violating my pussy so hard that it would be burning with pain and yet the way he’d be devouring my clit would make me feel good all over.

“Oh, Master, yes!” I’d cry out, while he was making me feel amazing.

He’d take his fist out of my pussy because it would be squirting forth tons of juices.

Then he’d lap them all up saying, “Good girl. That’s my good pet. I told you I’d make you feel good, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” I’d tell him, but it would sound more like a moan than a statement. “I feel so amazing.”

In real life I’m playing with my clit while thinking about this, and the fantasy is so hot that I find myself gushing liquid all over my bed. I’ve never felt so hot, so turned on, so amazingly great before, and I really hope I can somehow see Blake again so that I can experience it again in real life.

Maybe Brianna was right that it’s all a big misunderstanding somehow.

Or maybe my fantasy was right, and Blake is putting me to the test.

But to what end?

And how could I pass the test?

I doubt he’d want me to find him because that could get him in trouble in his real life world — but maybe he’s going to come to me, to test me and see if I’m still here waiting for him whenever he decides to come get me.

And I’m determined to be no matter what.

Maybe I’m blind to the pitfalls of love like Brianna is acting like she is, or maybe it will be worth it.

But one way or another, I want to find out.

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