She wasn't going to get away with it this time. She knew she went too far. That was all part of the fun and the thrill: pushing and pushing and pushing the limits. Very similar to Icarus that flew too close to the Sun, she crossed a line and had to accept the consequences. In her case, unlike Icarus, it wouldn't be wax wings that would melt. Although, there might be some wax melted later in the night, she thought to her own amusement.
P was a brat. As most brats do, she would enjoy that constant struggle of power that made N force her to submit. Teasing him, pushing his buttons, doing everything she could to annoy him was in her nature. She wanted, no, she needed to be made to submit. Her submission had to be earned and not everybody could do that.
She was a very successful woman. P had a career, money, goals, friends. She was hard-headed, goal oriented, a very achieved go-getter. She would think of herself as a modern woman. She was a feminist, a free spirit, an all capable being. But. But, she was enjoying a secret private life: one of a Brat.
The relationship with N had not always been the same throughout the years. When she first met him, he was this gentle soul that wouldn't have hurt a fly. How he had changed in the past years and evolved, she thought with pleasure. He was still the man she loved, gentle, patient, protective of her, but now he was also something more. He was hers. She was his.
As she walked home, she remembered that first night when she had opened to him about her desire to be made to submit. About her need to be put in her place. How, at first, he was confused and disoriented by such a request. How, with time he got more confident with his role.
The rough tugging on her jacket made her come back to earth. N was walking fast, grabbing her by the coat, forcing to almost run at his side. They were rushing home and she could barely keep up with him. She couldn't contain her smile when he said:
"You're going to get what you deserve, you little mischievous bitch."
She knew that tonight was going to be fun. N only called her a "bitch" when she really pushed all the rights button.
"But daddy, I didn't do anything wrong," she said innocently.
"Don't make it worse by trying to undermine what you did tonight," he replied immediately.
Still trying to keep up with the pace, she felt a little out of breath, but was still able to answer back:
"But, I don't even know what you are mad for," she said pleadingly.
"I know you know, but I will still take the time to explain why you are going to get punished tonight. First, you belittled me in front of everyone by hinting that I was not good in bed all night long. Second, everything I said you just kept on arguing to prove I was wrong. Third, you kept calling me "babe" even though you know I hate that."
"Oh, but babe, I was just trying to make you comfortable with my work colleagues."
"Shut up, you know that's just lies, I will not tolerate this kind of attitude from you or from anyone. You are going to learn what respect means even if it takes me all night to make it stick to your stubborn head."
"But, babe, I don't think what I did was that bad," she replied.
"Stop calling me babe!" he said almost shouting now.
"Babe, calm down, people are starting to look at us weird."
"Don't tell me to calm down, you are the reason why I'm so worked up."
As he finished his sentence, she saw the door of the apartment building in which they lived. She knew it would only be a couple minute until she would be brought to repent for the night of jabs she had given him.
He opened the door, pushed her inside and then pressed the button on the elevator that would bring them to the third floor. As the elevator door opened, a couple of neighbors got off and gave them both inquiring looks. N didn't react to those and just pushed P in the elevator. As the door closed, she savoured the exquisite excitement that came just before she was made to submit. They were alone, and she could see on the corner of her eyes just how mad he was.
N was impatient to deal her with her battiness. P wish to be made to submit came quicker than she expected as suddenly N pressed the manual stop button of the elevator. It stopped suddenly between two floors and the elevator's doors stayed shut trapping its occupant within its metallic belly.
That took P by surprise. She had not anticipated that reaction. She felt N grab her by the hair and firmly make a fist with her hair in his strong hands. He pulled her harshly towards him and he said with a mean grin:
"Now, we are just us two. There is no one else here. I'm sure it's only going to be about 10 minutes before someone notices that the elevator is not working anymore. I guess we will have to teach you a lesson in that meantime."
As he finished his sentence, N pushed P against the closed doors of the elevators. The impact made a loud noise as her fragile body hit the wall. Unphased, she just chuckled at his attempt to intimidate her.
"Is that all, babe?" she said amusingly.
"No, that's not all," he answered.
He grabbed P by the hair and forcefully turned her towards the doors. She struggled for good measure, but N was stronger than she was, and she could only delay a little bit the punishment that was meant to happen. He pushed her legs apart with his knee and he reached under her skirt. With dexterity, he lowered her panties to her knees. He then lifted her skirt so that her bare ass was now showing.
"Don't move," he said as he left her standing against the wall and took a couple steps back.
P heard the sound of the fabric rubbing against something slightly harder. It didn't take long before she understood what was happening. The first swat of the belt came swift on her left cheek.
"Ooow," she groaned.
"Brace yourself slut, we are only starting."
