MissBEHAVED

“Oh, I’ll be talking, on the couch, sitting upright. You, on the other hand, will be listening from the world’s best listening position. It’s amazing how much a person is able to focus when they’re lying across a lap.” He sat down and pulled me to stand in front of him. “I want you to pull your pants and panties down and get across my knees, like you were the other day.”

I blushed from the roots of my hair to the tips of my fingers at his instructions. It wasn’t like I was a shy virgin but having this be the first time he was catching a glimpse of my pussy made me want to squirm. Or run upstairs and hide in my closet.

I considered refusing and putting an end to this whole thing. But, unfortunately, I knew I would lose Dixon in the process. We hadn’t even reached the three-week mark, but I knew enough about him that I wanted to keep going and see where our relationship went. And, yes, I’d accepted that we were in a relationship since Monday. Part of that relationship was me submitting to his discipline. So, I bent over to pull down my leggings and underwear, keeping my eyes planted on Dixon’s face. He didn’t glance down once during the process and maintained eye contact while he directed me to his right and helped me lower down to his lap.

“Good girl. Thank you for getting into position without an argument.” His praise warmed my chest, but the feeling was short lived. “Now, why don’t you tell me why you’re here, back into a position that just a few days ago you swore you wouldn’t be in again, ever.”

The reminder of my bold statement earlier in the week made me cringe. “I’m here because I forgot to lock the door of the shop last night, went in the back, and was listening to music so loud I couldn’t hear anything.”

“That’s correct.” His right hand lay heavy on my lower back, the left played with my hair. “After I went home and calmed down, I realized that we never really went over my expectations, so I had to temper my anger. You’re still getting a spanking because you should know better and because I want to make sure it never happens again, but it won’t be nearly as bad as I was planning last night.”

Relief flooded me and I wiggled as the tension released.

“Don’t get too excited. It’s still going to be a spanking. A grown woman should be more aware of her safety and security, and that brings us to rule number one.” He smacked my bottom once. Hard. “Your safety is your number one priority. Doing anything that risks your health or wellbeing will be dealt with severely. Do you understand?”

He punctuated his question with another smack that took my breath away.

“Yes, I understand,” I squeaked out. My ass had gone from zero to on fire in a matter of seconds.

“Rule number two.” This time he graced each cheek with a smack that made me whine at their intensity. “My second expectation is that you will be respectful to everyone. We’ve already covered this one, so we’ll move on to rule number three, which is my personal pet peeve.”

I braced myself, burying my face in the throw pillow, and he didn’t disappoint. One, two, three smacks, each harder than the last with the final one landing dead center. I couldn’t help the squeals of pain that came out of my mouth.

“Rule number three is no lying. I hate lying. And if you break either of the first two rules and then lie about it? Well, I wouldn’t want to be you.”

Three more smacks followed, not quite as hard as the last three, but hard enough to make me try to squirm away.

“Do you understand the rules, Melody?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Now that we’ve discussed them, I’ll expect you to follow them to the best of your ability. Obviously, if things happen that are out of your control, you won’t get in trouble. But if you’re careless with your safety again, we’ll be having a much longer chat.” One final smack made me suck in a breath in surprise since I thought we were finished. “Do not leave the shop door unlocked after hours again.”

As soon as he uttered his final command, he pulled me up so I was sitting next to him. Tucked into his chest, I sat there catching my breath. My eyes watering slightly, both from the heat coming from my bottom and from knowing how much I’d scared him last night.

“I’m sorry about last night. I won’t let it happen again.” I promised him, and myself, that I’d never again be so stupid.

“I know you’re sorry,” he said, rubbing my back. “But your punishment isn’t over yet.”

I stiffened under his hand. “What do you mean? We chatted, you spanked me—what else is there?”

“Corner time.”

It took me a moment to process his words, but when they hit, they hit hard.

“I am not going to stand in the corner like a child,” I declared, refusing loudly, on instinct. Raising my voice to Dixon in that moment was probably not the best idea, but I’d never heard anything so crazy. Stand in the corner?

“You are,” he replied, calmly. “You’re going to come into the kitchen, face the wall, cross your arms in front of you, and think about how you’re going to make sure you never leave the shop door unlocked again.”

“But I thought you were only going to spank me.” I didn’t know why standing in the corner felt so much worse than being spanked, but it did.

“I never said that. I said I would punish you if you got in trouble, you agreed to be punished, and this is part of the punishment I think you need.” The way he laid it out, there was no room to argue with him. He was right, I had agreed, and I didn’t want to end things between us now.

“Why do I have to cross my arms in front?” I asked, desperately trying to delay the inevitable.

“So you don’t rub your bottom. I want all that heat I created to stay there for a while.” He stood and held out a hand. “Come on. Don’t drag this out or I’ll add more time to the ten minutes I’d planned. And don’t pull up your pants.”

I let him haul me to my feet, but when he tried to walk away, I dug in my heels.

“Wait, Dixon. Please wait.” He turned back around with an annoyed expression on his face. “We can’t do this in the kitchen. There’s a camera facing the mudroom door and one on the French doors out to the back deck, and sometimes my father will log on and watch them remotely. Plus, the recordings are available for six months.”

He looked at me suspiciously, then dropped my hand and went to investigate, returning a few seconds later.

“You don’t have a problem with your father watching you whenever he wants?” he asked, skeptically

“I know it sounds weird, but when I moved here, I was barely twenty-three and never lived by myself before, except for in dorms. This house is kind of remote. It made me feel better knowing he could check on me.”

He nodded in acceptance. “That makes sense, I guess. How many other cameras are there in the house?”

“Every exterior door is covered from the inside except my balcony. The kitchen is the only room that’s completely on camera because of the doors on opposite sides of the room.”

“The couch isn’t on camera, is it?” he asked, sharply.

“No, I would have said something,” I assured him.

“All right.” He looked around the room. “We’ll use the corner behind the couch. I’ll just slide this end table out. Is that safe from view?”

I nodded and realized I’d just agreed to stand in the corner for ten minutes with my pants and panties around my knees. And Dixon knew it, too, from the nod of approval he gave me.

“Let’s get this over with then.” He slid the small table out and gestured me over. “Please face the wall, keep your hands off your butt, and think about how you’ll make sure the door is locked at closing time.”

“Okay, Dixon,” I replied as I moved into position. I felt embarrassed and humbled, but I guess that was the point. I heard him walk away, then noises from the kitchen. Time dragged on, every minute feeling like an hour. I spent the time coming up with an answer to his question since I wasn’t sure if it was rhetorical or not. Better to be prepared. And I really didn’t want to forget to lock up again, so I made sure whatever I came up with would actually work. Once I settled on a plan, my mind drifted to how this punishment made me feel, and I was unsurprised to find the answer was extremely horny. Sure, the spanking hurt and standing in my living room with my ass on fire and my face to the wall was humiliating, but it also turned me on. Dixon’s no-nonsense approach to discipline, firm yet fair and not allowing me to talk my way out of a punishment, but still making sure I was okay—it all combined into one big ball of desire.

I admitted to myself that I wanted him something fierce, and now I just had to be brave enough to admit it to him.