The Ultimatum

She was waiting on the stairs with two bags at her feet when he walked in that evening. He could tell she was upset, but he couldn't figure out how things had gotten to this point. Attempting to stifle his devastation at the sight of her "packed up" and ready to leave him, he spoke to her.

"You're... leaving?"

"I think it's best." Silence hung thick in the air, creating a distance between them that was far greater than the feet between their bodies.

He swallowed. "Is there anything..."

"Yes," she interrupted him, "but I know you won't do it, so I'm prepared to go."

He was shocked. What in the world could she possibly ask of him? He was devoted to her. Granted he was perfect, but he certainly tried to show her how much he loved her... He racked his brain trying to think of anything she might want.

Then it came to him.

"You're leaving over THAT?!" He couldn't tell if he was more confused or angry at the situation. Here he was, trying to hold himself together, and she was being petty.

"Yes..." she whispered.

He crossed the room, away from her, to sit on the couch. Dropping his face into his hands he contemplated the situation.




After an eternity of minutes, he heard her shifting on the stairs. Standing to retrieve her things, he looked at her. She paused, making eye contact, then looking down at her things and bent to pick them up.

"You're not leaving," he said.

"I really don't think..."

"No, you don't." He interrupted her, "But I'll deal with that later. Right now we are dealing with your selfish attitude."

"This is importaint to me," she all but wailed at him. "And if you understood that, I wouldn't have to..."

"I know." He conceded. "I didn't realize just how important this was to you... but you also don't realize how important YOU are to ME." She stared at him. "Don't you realize I would do anything for you?! Haven't I shown you time and again just how much I care about you?? Why do you feel like you have to make a scene rather than talk to me?" He was hurt. Deeply hurt.

"I'm not trying to..." she let her sentence drop.

"Come here" he commanded her.

She felt a shiver at his change of tone. With her stomach starting to form knots she stood in the doorway.

"Well...?" He asked, "I don't see what you're waiting on."

"You don't have to..."

"YES, I do." He answered her. "You've made that clear. This is MY decision, now COME here."




She crossed the room to him. Standing awkwardly above him as he sat on the couch.

"Pants off," he ordered.

She swallowed. Slipping off her sandals, she unzipped her pants she slid them off and stepped out of them. Bending to pick them up he interrupted her "leave it there." She froze, then slowly stood up.

Taking her wrist, he pulled her forward to him. Then pulling her further down, he placed a firm hand onto her lower back to settle her across his lap. "You will NOT be doing this again," he warned.

Before she could respond he spanked her hard on her right cheek. She cried out at the slap. "You will NEVER pull a stunt like this again with me," he continued. Spanking hard her left cheek. A shout escaped her.

"You belong to me and you are mine. This selfish attitude about what YOU want will not be tolerated any longer. I love you, and I care for you, and I will always give you what you NEED... But if you ever try to leave me over something this small again... THIS will be light compared to what I'll give you then."

With his message delivered, he went to work on her bottom. Slapping her firm, round cheeks until they turned a shade of rosy pink. Over his lap she squirmed and grunted and cried out at his slaps. He continued the spanking until she was clenching her cheeks at every slap, unable to relax under his hand. Then he rubbed her bottom until her breathing steadied and her butt muscles relaxed.

"Tell me what you want," he told her.

"I, eh... want..." she studdered a respose.

"Be specific," he said, "what and when, how often, how much. I need to know EXACTLY what you're looking for."

She thought for a moment. "I need a spanking once a week. Hard enough to keep me in line and remind me that you are in charge."

He rubbed her bottom. "Anything else..?"

She was silent while she considered it. "I'm not sure."

"Very well," he said. "Stand up."

Pushing herself up off the couch she gently climbed off his lap.

"Panties off" he commanded. She made an "o" with her lips, resisting the urge to cover her bum. "Did you think I was finished?" he smirked, "hardly."

"You need to be taught a lesson," he continued, "You are NEVER to do this again. There is NO need to be dramatic with me. I love you and I will give you what you need... Also I am in CHARGE," he reminded her, "panties OFF." This time his smile faded and he gave her a hard stare.

She quickly dropped her panties and moved forward to climb over his lap.

He held his hand up, "T-shirt too." Her eyes grew wide for just a moment, but she quickly recovered and slipped off her shirt with no questions asked. Standing in only her bra, she waited.

"Good," he smiled. "Over you go" He patted his lap.



Draped over his lap for a second time she bit her lip as she waited for the first slap to descend on her bottom. Rubbing her exposed rump, he began to lecture her further.

"You belong to me." *Slap*

"I am in charge." *Slap Slap*

"If you have a concern, you will come TO ME..." He assaulted her bottom with t series of spanks, "NOT make plans to LEAVE..." *Slap Slap Slap* "Without even TRYING to talk to me!"

He began to spank her in earnest, creating a rhythm between striking each cheek and her sit-spot, as he covered the entirety of her bottom.

She squirmed and shouted as the spanking continued. Writhing over his lap, she was inadvertently rubbing his lap with her body as she struggled against the pain of her well-deserved spanking. He began to feel himself grow excited. Between the sight of her reddening bottom and the feeling of her rubbing against him, he started to grow hard.

Pausing her spanking he rubbed her swollen bottom. She sighed at his touch. Curious, he slipped his fingers beneath her to skim his fingers the along her slit. Finding her moist, he slipped a finger further in. Her breath caught and he pulled his hand away before granting her any kind of 'reward'.

"You will call me Sir," he said.

Waiting a beat he slapped her cheeks a few times. When he finished he repeated, "You will call me Sir." With no response he continued with her spanking, not holding back. She responded with strangled grunts.

"You will call me Sir," he repeated, continuing to her spanking without a pause. She struggled to catch her breath between clenching and unclenching her bottom against his spanks. "You WILL call me SIR," He repeated again."

"Yeh... Yesss... Yessssir!!" She struggled to gasp out.

"Again" he demanded.

"Yesss, Sir." She hissed out.

"AGAIN."

Yes SIR!" She shouted.

He continued to spank her bottom. Focusing on her sit-spot and along the fold of her cheeks where they met the tops of her thighs. At his attention to such a sensitive area, she began to whimper and beg as she squirmed. An anthem of "Please Sir" filled the air between slaps.

Then without warning he stopped. "Stand up," he ordered.

Wiping tears from her eyes, she struggled to stand. Hands drifting to cup her bottom, she stood next to him.

"Go to the corner," he told her. "Hands on your head, and I don't want to hear a peep until I'm ready for you."

She obediently shuffled to the corner of the room and waited for his next request.

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