Story: The dangers of Dom Baiting

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She stood on the porch looking out at the stunning mix of colors that the setting sun was turning the sky into. This view right here had been the entire reason she had rented this cabin. She could sit on this porch and just watch the sky for hours. Usually when she came down it was just her, not this time though. This time a handful of friends had joined her and their presence made for some interesting days.

Today they had ventured down into Gatlinburg. It was a great little tourist trap in the middle of the Smokies. She had been multiple times before, but it was always more fun with friends. They had visited the Aquarium, several Breweries and various other spots. While all of that had been fun, it wasn’t what had made the day so interesting. No, the interesting part had been his response to her bratting.

The bratting hadn’t been big or even obvious, at least to the common eye. It had been little things, like making sure she was the first to get to a door, walking on the sidewalk next to the traffic, grabbing a heavy bag. The worst had probably been the jaywalking. All done with a knowing smirk sent in his direction. She had purposely not seen any of the warnings he had given and had deliberately placed herself just out of arms reach the entire time, which had irked him even more. The best though had been the little growl she gotten as she climbed into the driver’s seat for their return trip to the cabin.
As fun as the day had been she made a strategic retreat to the porch to think about her next move. She had stashed a powder popper out here when she had first arrived. It now rested in her hand ready to be used, but she was second guessing herself. Would it be too much? The goal was to ruffle feathers not necessarily earn herself a punishment. If she used it now would it cross that imagery line she had been walking all day? She cursed herself a bit for not paying attention to his warning signs because no she had no idea where she stood.

Before she could make up her mind on her next moved a sharp “BRAT!” sounded from behind her. She wasn’t entirely sure who was more startled at the loud POP that rang through the air. Herself or the man covered in purple powder. Wide eyed she glanced at the popper in her hand and then again at the man in front of her.

“I…uhh… I didn’t mean to do that,” she stammered. She let out a little squeak as he growled and took a step forward. Yep, definitely too much she thought at the look he was giving her. The thought of running came to mind and she might have had the other sliding door not just been pulled open.

“Hey, did y’all just hear a loud..” one of her other friends stopped in the middle of her sentence at the scene before her. She stood mouth open as she looked over the man covered in purple powder. You could almost hear the slap of her hand as she covered her mouth in an attempt to hold in the laughter. With a look that promised retribution the man turned and stomped his way to his room and shower.

As soon as he was out of sight both girls lost all restraint and began to loudly laugh. When they regained some control, her friend looked at her, “So should we be making a run for it?” she asked. “It might give him some time to cool down before he paddles your ass.”

She paused for a second “You know that might be a good idea. I think we need something from the store, want to come along?”. Both girls grabbed the keys and made a mad dash to the car eager to escape. Only 1 of them was not eager to find what awaited them on their return to the cabin.

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He let the water wash over his shoulder and tried to relax a bit. She had been pushing buttons all day and the powder popper was only the final nail in the coffin. Oh, he knew that the popper going off was an accident, but the fact she had it even with her meant she had intended to use it.

He felt that he had more than patient enough with her today. It had started as soon as they had left the cabin with the damn doors. She knew that he insisted on opening the doors for her. No, it wasn’t a hard rule with them, but it was something that had been ingrained in him from childhood. Once or twice would have been fine, but she had persisted in opening the doors all day. He tried to tell himself it wasn’t a big deal it was only a small thing. That hadn’t been enough for her though.

No, the next nail had been her walking close to the street. He released a low growl at that thought. He would not say that she is a clumsy person, she could be down right gracefully at times. But the damn woman could also trip over thin air, while walking on completely level ground. More than once she had done that today, only barely catching herself from falling into oncoming traffic. The heavy bag of alcohol she insisted on carrying hadn’t helped matter either.

He should have put a stop to it then. Taken her aside for a firm talking to but he hadn’t. Why didn’t he? He wasn’t really sure. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to ruin the day with discipline, but her actions only seemed to get more daring. Next had come the jaywalking, had he been closer to her at the time that wouldn’t have happened. He wouldn’t have the image of a car having to slam on its brakes so that it hadn’t hit her. She hadn’t paused to look for traffic just walked out.

Oh, how he had wanted to grab her and spank her ass right there on the street. From the look on a few faces, no one in their group would have blamed him. Hell, at least one other looked like he was about ready to do the same.

Deep breathes, he told himself. All of this would be handled after he cooled down. He wouldn’t and couldn’t deal with it now. If he did it now, it would be more *** than a much needed and deserved punishment. He plotted out his next course of action while he finished cleaning the last of the purple powder out of his hair and skin. What he had not planned on was finding her gone when he came downstairs.

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She hadn’t really been sure what to expect when they returned to the cabin but finding him sitting in a chair facing the door hadn’t been one of them. The look he gave her was full of anger, or maybe disappointment, either way it was not a look she was used to receiving.

“You did not request permission to leave.” He stated.

“You were a bit indisposed when we left. I figured it wasn’t a big deal.” She gave him her best innocent look.

“You thought wrong. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?” She shook her head no. “At least 20 minutes. Do you know how you will be making up for those 20 minutes?” again she shook her head no. “Well, let me show you”.

Standing from his chair he gestured for her to follow him. He led her to a corner in which 2 flat Lego boards rested on the floor. Wide-eyed she looked up at him in disbelief.

“You are going to kneel on those for the next 10 minutes. While you are there you will remain silent and reflect on your actions throughout the day. The remaining 10 minutes will be done after your punishment.”

A soft whimper escaped her lips as she began to kneel on the boards. They had been something he brought up a few months ago but then never mentioned again. She hadn’t realized that he had placed them in his travel bag. Or even that he had been serious about using them.

The next 10 minutes felt like they crawled along. Each shift in her body’s weight made it feel like the Lego boards were digging deeper into her skin. As she looked at the corner, she tried to figure out what had gotten her here and her mind supplied her with nothing. It had been a fun day of teasing, nothing else, what on earth had she done to warrant this response from him? Maybe he was just overreacting she thought.

“I don’t understand,” she finally said. Her words were spoken softly just barely above a whisper.

“Come over here,” he instructed as he placed a couch pillow on the floor between his knees. When she settled in the spot, he placed a hand under her chin and ***d her to look up at him.

“Do you know how many times I had to watch you almost get hit by a car today?” He said in a low but calm voice. By the confusion he saw in her face it was clear that she had no idea as to what he was talking about. With a deep sigh he began, “You Love, trip over thin air all the time. It’s why I tend to put myself between you and any traffic when we walk. Today, you actively decided to place people between you and I, which put you next to the heavily travelled road. I counted at least a dozen times you tripped, 3 of which almost sent you headfirst into a moving car.” He paused to take in her reactions. When he spoke again his voice got a hard edge. “Then there is the fact you purposely walked out into oncoming traffic to cross the road. Did you think for one moment that I would allow that to slide?”

A tear slides down her cheek as his harsh tone convenes the true anger and disappointment which he felt at her actions. There was nothing she could really say to justify what she had done but a quiet “Sorry” escaped her lips.

“Not yet you aren’t. UP!” he barked at her.

She let out a small squeak as his fingers hooked into her pants, pulling them and her panties down as she stood. Then with a small tug he pulled her across one knee with her ankles trapped by his other leg. With swift sharp motions he began to pepper her bottom with stingy swats. They swats weren’t really that ***ful, he knew. They were designed more to get her attention and to warm her up for what she was going to be receiving. The hand spanking didn’t last long, maybe a full 5 mins, but it was enough to turn her bottom a soft blush tone.

He paused for a few minutes to gently rub her bottom a bit. If this hadn’t been a punishment spanking, he would have been tempted to begin rubbing other areas as well. He hated giving these types of spanking. He may be a bit of sadist, but he found no pleasure in having to hand out punishment. He would much rather have her sobbing from need or overstimulation than this. Still the role of Dominate wasn’t always fun and game, sometimes he had to put his own Big Boy Pants on and deal with the unpleasant stuff.
He felt around behind him and drew out the paddle he had placed there earlier. It was on the smaller side than his usual ones but looks can be deceiving. It was a paddle sized specify for over the knee spankings. It was slightly larger than a standard hairbrush but still small enough to hit the delicate sit spot perfectly.

He patted her bottom gentle a few times with the paddle “You know the rules. No reaching back. You reach back and you will be restrained and 5 additional swats given. Is that understood?” With a quiet whimper he heard a “Yes Sir”, which was all he needed before he drew back his hand and began. He could hear the sharp breath she took as the first smack landed and the low groan that followed as the second, third and fourth were delivered. Groans turned into whimpers and then small pleas to stop, but he ignored them as he methodically showered her entire bottom and thighs with angry red marks from the paddle.

The room rang from the sounds of the paddle echoing off the rafters and the sounds of crying that seemed to fall on deaf ears. There was no lecturing to cover the sounds, that would be pointless at this stage. She wouldn’t hear the words, and he didn’t want to be distracted from his current job. It was only after her body had gone limp that he stopped, rubbing his hand down her reddened bottom and thighs to sooth away some of the ***.

No words were said, instead he allowed her the time she needed to calm down. He wasn’t done with her punishment, but the last bit of it couldn’t be given in her current position. While he waited, he reached down, removed her sneakers and then pulled her pants and panties completely off. The next stage would be easier without them in place. When it sounded like she had almost calmed down he helped her stand and guided her to the corner and Lego boards. “10 minutes and then we will finish the last bit of your punishment. I want you to seriously think about what you did.” He said as a fresh set of tears began.

He placed a low barstool in the middle of the room. Then set a strap and a set of cuffs on top of it. He wasn’t expecting her to fight the last bit of her punishment, but he knew that it was going to be hard for her to remain in position. The cuffs were being used to help her avoid any further strokes from being added from her breaking position.

He called out to her to come over when his phone gave him the alert that 10 minutes had passed. He pulled her close to him, placed his hand under her chin and ***d her to look up at him. “What you did today was very dangerous and you could have been seriously injured. Do you understand that?” At her nod he continued, “You are going to receive 20 strokes from the strap. That is 10 for walking beside the street and another 10 for crossing the street without looking. I do not want to have to add on more for you not staying in position, so we are going to use these.” He showed her the cuffs.
“I can stay…” She started to say but was cut off. “No, these are not going to be love taps. The cuffs are not open for debate is that clear?”

“Yes Sir”

With a nod he placed the cuffs on her wrist and instructed her to bend over the bar stool. The cuffs were secured with a bit of rope to the bottom rung of the barstool which would prevent her from standing up.

“Count” he barked as he pulled his arm back to deliver the first ***ful strike. “One” he heard from a shaky voice. He delivered each stroke of the strap with the same methodical manager as her earlier paddling. He started at the top of her bottom and worked his way to mid-thigh, overlapping some to cover each square inch of her bottom. He paid careful attention to the strokes hitting her sit spot, knowing that these were going to be the ones that she would feel the longest.

He tried to ignore when the sharp cries of *** turned into actual sobbing, but they tugged at his heart. Deep inside he wanted this to be over with. However, stopping now would not do either of them any good. The full number of strikes needed to be given, otherwise it set a bad example.
He stopped at number 15 and gently rubbed her bottom. “You are being such a good girl right now. Your punishment is almost over, just 5 more and then we are done. You do not need to count these last 5. They will be quick but also the hardest of the lot. Understand?”

He received a nod that she had heard and understood what he had said which was fine. He hadn’t really been expecting a reply in words. Stepping back, he raised the strap and purposely aimed for the lower part of her bottom and upper thighs. Each stroke left an angry red welt in the shape of the strap. By the time the 5th landed bruising had already started to form. After the 5th he set the strap down and went to uncuff her hands.

He didn’t wait for her to calm down, instead he pulled her up off the barstool and guided her over to the couch. Sitting he pulled her down into his lap and threw a blanket over her lower half. He settled her so that her head rested on his chest just under his chin. They sat there for an undetermined amount of time. Him making calming nonsense sounds as her sobbing calmed down.

“Please don’t make me repeat this anytime soon.” He said. “I would much rather give you the fun type of spanking that we both enjoy.

He wasn’t sure if she had heard him as her breathing had become the slow shallow breathes of sleep. Sighing he shifted to get more comfortable. There was no telling how long she would be asleep, but he wasn’t going to be moving until she woke naturally.

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You should get bent over the kn and smacked, shouldn’t take more than 30 minutes lol lol lol