Late Again!
ChocletRN © 2006

They knew it was not easy having a D/s relationship, marriage and a family. Yes he had to compromise for the time being but he loved her and she served him like no other before her. No he couldn’t discipline her at all the times he would have liked. But this was only if the boys were home. But whether she had to wait a day or a week if she was deserving of discipline she received it. It didn’t take him long to figure out that this punishment no matter when or how it administered was the most effective. 

He sat in the den patiently waiting. The large mahogany desk had been cleared its contents. They were neatly stacked on the table in the corner. He did this as soon as he walked in the house. He had decided enough was enough and today he was putting an end to it. He had overlooked quite a few things this past month and it was apparent she had grown accustomed to this. She was in school and things at times got hectic. But when he allowed her to go back to school it was with certain understandings. Yes some of her responsibilities would be cut back. But not these damned many, he thought to his self. 

He sat with neither paddle nor cane. All he needed to discipline her and guide her lovingly back into her place was within his reach. Out of all the items he used to discipline her, this brought tears to her eyes and pleas to her mouth quicker than the rest. The sting, the pain, and the welts it left no matter what size he used was always very effective. He picked up his book and began reading it. Apparently she was going to be well deserved of this spanking when she finally decided to come home.

She finished school last week and it was because of school that he had become a little lax, but she fully planed on returning to her normal routine as soon as possible. The boys were old enough to do their own clothes so the only clothes she needed to keep up with were his and her own. Dinner was another issue. The kids never sat still long enough to eat at the table. The only dinner she needed to keep up with were his and her own. But as he sat in his den there was a laundry basket filled with clothes in the in the corner and he didn’t smell anything that remotely smelled like dinner cooking.

Looking at her watch she decided she still had a few minutes left before she had to make a mad dash home to cook. Her Daddy usually didn’t get home until 6:00pm, 7 at the latest. It was only 3:30 and that left her plenty of time. She sat in the coffee shop with her girlfriend deciding she only really needed a couple of hours to do the laundry and throw something quick in the oven. She quickly said to her self that Daddy understood and she was going to go back to cooking like she used to and cleaning like she used to tomorrow or the next day. But now she sat in the coffee shop gossiping and laughing. Her sub and wife duties had blown right out of her mind. 
Talking must have taken longer than she thought. She looked at her watch, crap she thought. She would have to do some fast moving to beat Daddy home in time to at least prepare dinner. Its good thing Daddy didn’t get home before 6. She really was going to have to make a better effort tomorrow. Pulling into the driveway she thought to herself it can’t be that late. Seeing his car she knew she’d have some explaining to do.

She made her way to the kitchen where she found a note left by the boys explaining their weekend was going to be spent over their friend’s house. A sigh of relief she had the weekend to rest now. That was strange she thought Daddy’s car was in the drive way but he wasn’t in the living room. She had also already checked the bedroom and still no Daddy. She made her way to the only place she hadn’t checked yet his den. Walking through the door she was met by the stern look of a Daddy she had not seen the better part of this month. 

She stood silent while looking around the room quickly. She saw the laundry basket from upstairs in the corner. This couldn’t be good she thought. A TV dinner was the only thing that occupied the desk. Without a word she immediately disrobed as she was supposed to if they were the only two in the house. Her heart sank she knew where this was going. What’s for dinner he asked already knowing the answer? She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She saw the TV dinner and wished she could magically make it cook itself. She lowered her head only to feel his hand wrapped around her ponytail with a yank lifting her eyes to meet his gaze. 

She stood there as naked and as open as the day she first gave herself to him. She was ordered to go to the desk and look at the TV dinner. She looked noticing where it lay on the desk. In doing so she would have to bend over the desk to reach it. She made her way to the desk with haste not wanting to prolong the inevitable. As soon as she reached over the desk she felt his presence behind her. She was frozen. She heard his voice from behind and quickly realized she saw no paddle, whip, or cane. “Little one”, “yes Daddy”. “What’s for dinner”? Again she opened her mouth and as she began to speak from the corner of her eye she saw his hand at his waist.

She wasn’t sure what he was doing but the next sound she heard made her heart sank. The sound of his belt whizzing through his pants loops snapped her back to the reality she hadn’t been to in some time. “Daddy she stammered”, “yes little one”. “I, Daddy, I… if I could just explain”. She stammered trying to make words run together in to understandable sentences. “Shhhh little one it’s alright”. He said “I just wanted to know what was for dinner and when the laundry will be folded. It is clean isn’t it”? “No Daddy, I…”. “Don’t worry little one I am sure after our conversation you will want to get right on that”.

She knew what was next and she knew full well why. He didn’t have to say another word. The first tear welled up in the corner of her eyes. “Little one, what did I instruct you to do”? “I was instructed to pick up the TV dinner Daddy”. She reached over the desk and held the TV meal in her hands. The sound of his strap running through the loops of his pants is a sound she could and would never forget. It was all he needed to discipline her and it was within his reach. The thought of that thick piece of black leather doubled over and wrapped around his fist ready to land on her ass made his dick Hard. 

She felt his hand on the spot that would soon be the mark. The whistle through the air was the only warning she had before the belt flew through the air. Swish……SMACK. The sting on her ass was a painful reminder of her place as his and only a taste of what was to come. She tensed as the strap flew through the air once more. 

She knew that is was best she would not move or make one sound. She thought back to the time she had the taste of his strap. She made the mistake of moving and begging him to stop. The next thing she knew she was being tied over the chair. Her knees in the chair, ass in the air, wrist and legs restrained. No she would hold very still this time. She could feel the tears roll down her face with each sting that landed. Swish, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The strikes were coming faster and faster as she cried out yet still trying not to move. 

She held her spot as long as she could. She began pleading with her Daddy promising this would never happen again. He assured her that he knew it wasn’t going to happen again he was just making sure. The sting on her ass would remind her of this every time she sat down. The strap continued to move through the air. Still she pleaded and cried she knew she couldn’t take another blow. That was the beauty of her being the sub and he her Dom he knew she could and was fully prepared to tie her down to finish it if he had to. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The sound as he alternated cheeks with her fidgeting and trying as hard as she could to hold as still as possible. “Daddy please”, she begged “please Daddy I’ll be good I will Daddy please”. He said not one word as he finished his task at hand.

She had no idea how many times that strap hit her ass. It was numb and his hand rubbing across made the pain that much more unbearable. She was crying uncontrollably now as he put his belt back around his waste. He went to his chair and called him to her. She knelt in front of Daddy with her tears flowing. He laid her head on his lap and stroked her head and cheek. “little one, you do know Daddy does not enjoy punishing you like this”. Never mind the fact that his dick was still hard and he had every intention on ending this night with it stuffed down her throat. Through tears and sobs she answered yes. She begged for forgiveness. As she was always to do she explained why she had to be disciplined and explained that it would never happen again. “It’s done little one, come sit in Daddy’s lap”.