Finishing, then aftercare.

"Thieving little bitches don't get good dick like this when they're being punished..." you slide the belt over her head, and tighten it down until it's cinched against her throat. Now, you have a leashed little puppy, and you muzzle her with the bandanna once more. You flip her unceremoniously on to her back, propping her legs up so you can **** her snatch and asshole with equal ease.
With her hands still taped, she knows that she's at your mercy. Her eyes are bulging with the thought of you cutting off her air supply. You could snuff her out without any fuss, not that you ever would of course. But that helplessness, that utter subjection, has her making little whimpering noises.
You fix your hand in the shocker, and start mercilessly working her cunt and hole together. She shrieks, but you tighten the belt with your other hand, turning it into a gurgle.
"You breathe as much as I say. You come when I say. You CUM when I say." her face is turning red, and she's moaning against the bandanna, pinched and squawking. You work her hand faster against her holes, and just before her eyes roll up into her head, you loosen the belt.
"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....crf! crf!" She sucks in air through her nose and around the gag, and the bandanna soaks with her spittle as she coughs. Her snatch fountains a spray of cum, squirting on her thighs and stomach and slicking the couch beneath her.
"Wow...what a little sub slut you are! Who knew?" You remove the bandanna and jam your fingers into her mouth, making her taste pussy and ass. Rather than recoil, she sucks hungrily on your fingers.
"Yes...I am...I'm yours, James. Use me please." she mumbles around your fingers. You look into those eyes and see a broken girl. She's crying, gasping for air and coughing, but her eyes are locked on yours with lust.
You untie her hands, remove the belt and bandanna completely, and lay her on your lap, facing up. She hiccups, and coughs, and her eyes are unfocused.
"Shh...sh...." you stroke her face gently, brushing her hair back and rubbing her shoulders as you pull her against your chest. "I know I had to be rough, but it was for your own good. We had to be certain of your obedience. Hush...it's ok." You make soothing noises and hold her as she calms down. She actually snuggles into your lap like a child, and you tilt her face up to give her a warm, gentle kiss.
"I know I did a bad thing. Thank you..." she sniffles. "thank you for giving me the correction I deserve." She's selling out totally for this role. Either she's that ****, or she's secretly wanted something like this all along. She wraps her arms around your neck; her breathing slows.
"So...from now on, you're going to be a good girl for me. Good girls don't bitch and complain. They show up early, work hard, and stay late. They don't steal. Do you understand?" You feel her nod against your chest.
"Use your words, Kayla."
"Yes, daddy. I understand."

You leave her to clean herself up, heading home in your Jav. You're shaking with adrenaline at what you just pulled off.
You return home, cursing the amount of time you've wasted at the office as you hit an unexpected traffic jam. You're going to be late getting home, now. Jenna's gonna be hella pissed. Even worse, you realize that you didn't gas up, so you spend another twenty minutes trying to maneuver your way into a busy gas station. By the time all is said and done, you pull into your driveway to the sight of everyone on the lawn, hugging and greeting each other. God fucking damn it. You had wanted to be home when they got here.