Bad Bad Girl

I lightly slapped his chest in response. “Hmmm, so how does it work? Let’s say I did something you disapproved of. What happens?”

Caine laughed again. “So sure you’ll do something wrong, huh?”

“Yes, I mean no. I mean, what if?” I stammered.

“Depends on where we are, what you did, and so on,” Caine replied simply.

I was growing frustrated because I wasn’t sure how to voice what I was thinking.

“Let’s say I did something at a party to make you angry, like Sara did the other night,” I suggested nervously.

“Well, obviously you know how that night ended.” Caine kissed my head again and decided to let me off the hook and help the conversation along. “I spank behind closed doors. But I would make it very clear with my expression that you better fix what you are doing or else. If you continued on, I might whisper in your ear that a spanking was coming later, and you better not make it worse.”

“Why did you take Sara into your bedroom the other night after dinner? I heard you mention that you punished her. Did you spank her then? I didn’t hear anything,” I asked, feeling embarrassed by my curiosity.

Caine let out a sigh. “Why are you asking me about Sara? I don’t want to talk about her. I’m with you and always will be with you.”

I stroked Caine’s stomach lightly. “I know. It’s just that, that night was the only time I saw and heard about Domestic Discipline. I have nothing to compare it to.”

“All right, I punished her by getting her attitude adjusted, making her more submissive. I planned on spanking her later that night, but I needed to stop her actions immediately. So I took her into the room and inserted my finger into her bottom and pumped it in and out while giving her some warning swats. Usually this is enough until later. No more Sara questions, all right?”

I nodded against his chest. “Yes, I’m sorry. I was just curious.” I paused for a moment before continuing on. “Would you use a finger on me?”

Caine rubbed my head, lightly lifting my hair off my back. He slowly moved his finger down my back until it rested softly on my anus. He applied a little pressure but didn’t press in. My breath caught and I let out a soft sigh.

“Yes, I would. I sometimes like to use my finger in a very intimate way to get your mind ready to submit and for me to establish a dominant role. I usually do this before and after a spanking. But I also do it as a way to remind you of who is boss…so to say.” He pressed his finger a little more. “How does this make you feel? Does it make you feel submissive?”

I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know how I felt. All I could do was let out a small gasp every time his finger pushed a little further.

“Neely, answer me. How does my finger pressing here, make you feel?” Caine softly demanded.

I shook my head and pressed my face against his chest. I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know how to voice the mixture of emotions. I was embarrassed to have his finger invading such a forbidden area. Part of me wanted to escape his sensual probing, but another part of me wanted to scream for more. As his finger inched its way deeper, there was a slight pinch and burn that set my whole body on fire.

“Answer me,” Caine commanded in a much firmer tone. He thrust his finger the remainder of the way, punishing my silence.

“Desire!” I whispered between my gasps. My pussy was dripping with anticipation.

“Good. How does it make you feel mentally?” Caine asked while pressing his finger even deeper.

I shook my head again, hiding my blushing face against his chest. I didn’t know how to voice the emotion. Submissive? Controlled? Mastered? Whatever I felt was like nothing I had ever experienced. The presence of his finger had such a grasp of my internal struggles. My wall was crumbling with every second his finger possessed me. I wanted to just release and let go. Allow the feelings to rush through me. And yet, something in me kept trying to fight them away.

“Neely, not answering me warrants discipline.” Caine began to pump his finger in and out. The action was not sensual or seductive like before but was replaced with firm and direct thrusts. The pace resembled a spanking, an intimate alternative to being spanked. I wanted to plead for more, and at the same time, I wanted to beg for him to stop.

Caine pressed his finger to the hilt and used the force to push me even closer to his body. He pressed hard against my inner depths. My gasp turned to a moan.

“I know this might be hard. Hard to let go and submit. I want you to relax and allow the sensation to spread inside you,” Caine coaxed. He kissed me lightly on the head as he slowly removed his finger, only to press it forward, past the tight ring, once more. “I’ll ask again. Does this make you feel submissive?”