I looked at my body in the mirror. I was wearing the black Chanel jumpsuit Daddy had instructed I wear but I hated how I looked.
Daddy sat on the couch as I tried on my outfit for a fundraising gala which was due to take place in six hours and read his book with a deep interest. His eyes roamed over my body and offered me the reassurance I was lacking.
"You look gorgeous little girl." He said without looking up from his page. "Daddy chose this outfit for you and you look lovely. Stop huffing and go hang it up on the coat hanger for this evening."
I pouted and whined, "can't I try on something else Daddy? I look fat and gross in this! I look like a 40 year old mother."
Daddy glanced up with a warning in his eye. "Is it polite to speak so horribly about Daddy's property? Would Daddy own something fat and gross?" He asked, his voice filled with confidence. He knew exactly how to handle me when I was in moods like this.
I rolled my eyes and reached for the zip of the black jumpsuit. "I'm trying something else on! This is disgusting! I'm disgusting!" I yelled as I stormed off, having a full blown tantrum.
I walked into the closet and started reaching for more of my black cocktail dresses. I pulled out two which I thought might suffice. In my state of brattiness I didn't even hear Daddy walk in behind me. He was holding the jumpsuit and towered over me as he walked closer. Caging me in like a little wild rabbit, about to be eaten by the big bad wolf.
"Little girl, it seems you've forgotten your place. It's as if you've forgotten who's in charge here." Daddy said softly as he held my chin in his hand.
"I chose this out for you because you look beautiful in it. You're just being sensitive and bratty because you're nervous about the event this evening. Now put the other dresses back and hang up the jumpsuit for this evening."
I glared at Daddy. My inner brat stomped her feet and I threw the dresses down on the floor.
"I'm not even going to go to the stupid event then you butthead! I'm not going because I'll look hideous and everyone there is going to notice!"
I pushed at Daddy's strong chest and attempted to escape the small walls of the walk in closet but Daddy had a different idea. He wrapped his hand around my arm and pulled me tightly back towards him.
"Oh little girl, I was hoping to avoid this today. I was hoping that you wouldn't have a very sore bottom before the gala but it seems like you just can't help yourself can you? I think it's time for a punishment little one. You need to remember who's in charge, who makes the decisions and most of all, you need to remember that what I say goes. Understood?"
I jerked wildly in Daddy's grip but Daddy didn't move a muscle.
"Let me gooooo you jerk! You wear the stupid jumpsuit then!" I said with a glimmer of cheekiness in my eye, looking up at Daddy as he tightened his grip on me.
Daddy pulled me with him and walked over to the bed. I squirmed and tried my best to resist but Daddy easily overpowered me. Most of our relationship was spent with me pretending I was stronger than Daddy but always knowing that was never the case. I lowered my body to the ground and whimpered, trying desperately to get away from Daddy but Daddy knew how I thought. He lifted me up, his arms locking around my waist and I was forced to stand, my black lingerie shifting slightly against the struggle. Daddy pinched my nipple with a strong force and I whined.
"Ooowww! That hurts you ass!" I said with a fire in my voice.
Daddy shook his head and tutted his tongue. "Little girl... you have such a filthy mouth. I'll put your mouth to better use soon enough, but first, a spanking. And not the nice kind."
I felt the excitement run through Daddy as he thought about punishing me. Daddy wanted his pound of flesh and I would be the one providing it. Daddy walked us around to the side of the bed and pulled his favourite red rope from the bedside drawer.
"Make this easy on yourself little girl. You're going to need your energy for the big event this evening. Just lay nice and still, let Daddy punish you and just accept that you've been a very bad little girl."
I pulled against the rope that was being wrapped around my wrists. Whining and pouting the whole time Daddy skilfully tied me up. Daddy led me into the middle of the bed, tied the rope to the headboard and rubbed my back as I lay helpless and on display.
"Do I need to tie your legs too sweetheart?" Daddy asked with an earnest sense of care. "Or are you going to behave and take the punishment that you've earned?"
I kicked my legs slightly and buried my face into the soft fabric of the duvet. "You don't need to punish me or tie me at all! I'm sorry! I'll behave." I said with absolutely no conviction in my voice.
Daddy chuckled and began to tie my legs to the legs of the bed, speaking calmly as he did. "You know little girl, I know you know you need this punishment. You act out, stomp your little feet and pout that grumpy little pout and you use bad words and try to push all of my buttons, but I know, just as much as you do, you need this. You need to be reminded of who's in charge. If I didn't go through with this punishment, I would be a bad Daddy and you'd become even more unruly and bratty. We definitely don't want that do we little one?"
Daddy smacked my ass as he finished restraining me. I heard Daddy go to his bag of tools and toys, knowing he'd be coming back with most likely the riding crop, a cane and his favourite leather dragon tails. These whips were soft leather but had a vicious bite and sting. Used in a pair, Daddy practiced routinely on my bottom, flicking and biting, marking and owning every inch of my skin.
"I was feeling nice earlier today little girl. I was thinking how it had actually been a while since you had a tantrum... silly me, obviously."
Daddy chuckled slightly as he rubbed my bottom, warming it up for what I knew was going to be a big spanking.
"There's not going to be a number of spanks or lashes today little one. I'll stop when I think you've learnt your lesson. Understood?"
I remained silent, the stubbornness in me brewing like a dark storm cloud. Daddy picked up the riding crop and landed a nice firm lash of it against my ass cheek. I squealed and clenched my legs and bottom tightly, wanting to desperately reach back and rub the sore spot.
"I said, understood little girl. That's where you respond and say, yes Daddy, I understand. So I'll give you another chance. Is that understood little girl?"