Attitude Adjustment

The other night I had date night with Steve. And tonight we were going to be talking about my attitude as of lately. 

After dinner daddy said we would relax for 20 minutes before we dealt with me. I pulled out the WiiU and began playing Mario Kart, while he was at his desk. I got a five minute warning and figured I would have enough time for another race. 

Halfway through my race the device went dead. Daddy had turned off the game. I tried to explain that I thought I would be finished in time but he was having none of it. He lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and swiftly took me over his lap. He began spanking me as he lectured about my attitude and how I needed a reminder of how things worked.

“What happens when you don’t listen to daddy?”

“I get in trouble” avoiding the key word I knew he wanted me to say.

“And what happens when you get in trouble?”

I mumbled into the couch my answer which was met with a slap to my thighs.

“I get spanked!” I cried out.

He stopped, had me stand up and stripped me down completely before taking me back over his knee. The spanking continued until he was convinced my ass was properly warmed up. Once again I was instructed to get up and led to the corner. 

“You know the position”

I placed my hands behind my head and fought the urge to turn around to see what he was doing. After a couple of minutes he instructed me to kneel over the bed.

“How do we learn in this household?”

“By the belt”

Daddy had a new belt that needed breaking in and was going to use my ass to do so. Typically I love the belt but this belt was cruel. It stung ten times worse then his old worn belt I had grown to love. This belt was unfamiliar and harsh. Anytime I would bolt up he forcefully shoved me back down. 

Once satisfied with my beating he had me sit down and face him with my legs spread and my hands behind my back. Another lecture about attitudes followed. He was casually playing with my nipples, pinching them between his fingers. I kept wincing, unable to focus on what he was saying. 

He walked over to the dresser and presented the nipple clamps. My nipples are extremely sensitive. My face crumbled at the sight of the clamps. I begged him not to do it, but he wouldn’t listen.

“This is going to hurt” 

He placed both clamps on with care as tears streamed down my face. I was crying harder and harder by the second and my tiny fists were in his hands, unable to relieve the pain. He told me what would happen if I were to regress with my obedience. His threat was a mean one, one that instilled real fear in me for I knew he meant it. If I were to slip up again he would force me to eat his cum. He would shove a spoonful of it down my throat if he had to. I am the most particular about my mouth and what goes in it. He’s talked of doing this before, knowing that it is a hard limit of mine. The idea is absolutely revolting yet it gets me quite hot to think about. Being forced to do something I hate so much, knowing we would be having a talk about re-evaluating my hard limits in the near future.

He removed the clamps and I was in a totally submissive state. Daddy’s cheeky little girl was no where to be seen. She was replaced with a broken, submissive, obedient girl for daddy to control as he pleased.