Lateness & Lying

It had been 3 hours. Her friday class usually ended around 4:45 and she was told to be back by 5:30pm. It was now 8:30, her phone was going straight to voicemail, and he was beginning to worry. He sent her yet another text: “3 hours late. where the hell are you??”

Around 8:45, he heard a car pull into the driveway. Moving to the window, he was releived to see that the car was hers. Walking back into the living room, he sat down on the couch to prepare himself for what he knew had to be done. He heard the door open and her keys klink into the bowl by the door. As she came into view, he saw that her hair was wet from the rain outside. She saw him. He stood. “You’re very late, girl. Where were you?”

She looked at him as she took her shoes off. He was surprised at the look about her. “Umm… Out.”

“Out?” She nodded, no longer meeting his eyes. “I’m gonna need a much better explanation than that.”

“Sorry, I went out with Lisa after class and I lost track of time, I guess.”

“You guess? You’re 3 hours late! You know I told you to be home by 5:30, right?


“Yes? Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“So why did you decide to disobey me?”

“I dunno.” She glanced back up at him and the look in his eyes must have quelled her a little. “I- I just-” Slowly, he walked over to her until he was inches from her.

“Look at me, girl.” She did. He gave her just a little of that ‘it’s ok to tell me’ look. “Tell me why.”

“S-sir, i’m sorry I just… you said yesterday that w-we were gonna try fucking my ass tonight. A-and I… I didn’t have the best day and i’ve never done it before and I was kinda scared so I didn’t w-wanna come home.”

He looked at her for a few moments. She was trembling, once again looking downward. “So you didn’t lose track of time, then.” It was barely a question.

“…No, sir.”

“So not only were you 3 hours late, but you also lied to me just now.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

“You know that if you had just told me how you felt about our plans for tonight, we could’ve talked about it and worked something out, right?” She nodded. “But instead you chose to disobey me and lie to me.” She nodded again. “How do you feel about yourself right now? How have you behaved?”

“I feel ashamed of myself, sir…. I’ve been a bad girl.”

“Yes you did. And you know what needs to happen now, right?”

She took two deep breaths before looking up at him. “I need you to punish me, sir.”

He nodded and went and sat back down on the couch. She followed in silence and stood in front of him. “Hands on your head.” She obeyed. He unbottoned her jeans, unzipped the fly, and pulled her pants down to her knees. For an instant he was distracted by the soft bulge of her mound beneath her green panties. He loved the way it always beckoned him, but he was determined not to lose focus here. “Get over my lap.”

“Yes, sir.” She lay across him and he nestled his left elbow between her shoulder blades and held her right lovehandle with his left hand. He ran his hand across her green panties. “I’m gonna warm you up a little bit, girl, because you’ve got one serious punishment ahead of you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

He began rubbing his hand around her ass, warming it slightly. She had a good-sized ass for a small girl. Under her panties, he knew that there were two round pale tender cheeks to go with her wide-ish hips. “While I warm you up, tell me why you’re being punished.”

“I’m getting punished for coming home late and for lying.”

“How late did you come home?” He squeezed her left ass cheek, kneading it through her panties.

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