She spanks you

Grabbing you the ear, she moves and drags you until she's sitting on the couch again and you're draped over her legs.

"Bad boys get spanked James. I know that you have trouble taking orders from me when you'd rather be fucking me, but I am in charge here. I make the rules, and you obey them. If you don't, you'll get punished. Like this"

She begins the spanking with just her bare hand. You lie meekly across her lap. You love your dominant little owner. Submitting to Melissa's whims and being allowed to be in her presence is still better than not being with her at all. You don't think she can hurt you much anyway.

Turns out, you're wrong. Melissa's spanking really hurts. You can't understand how a 5'4'' brat with an obsession with designer labels and bellinis could be spanking you so hard, though you ruefully recall the tennis lessons you pay for her to have.

Eventually it hurts so much that you start to kick. So Melissa hooks one of her legs over both of yours. You try to put your hand back to block the blows and she grabs it and pins it between your shoulder-blades. Your struggles are completely futile. You realise that you're literally trapped over her knee, helpless to stop her doing whatever she wants.

Melissa gives you a few more spanks, then rolls you onto the floor. She pins you down under her high heels and smiles sadistically at you.

"Wow, Daddy" she says in her girliest voice "I thought that you would be the one spanking me. But I guess I'm in charge here. Isn't that right?"

Utterly humiliated, you remember one of the mantras Melissa made you recite the previous week "Yes, yes, yes, Princess."