Sit there - Angry Domme

Shaking his head, DJ once again challenged the entity silently. Enjoying the frustration he could feel in his mind, he leaned his head back over the back of the bench and blew a bubble in his gum straight up into the air. As it popped he laughed and spoke again. “See? You have no power over me, goblin king.”

The sudden sound of screeching brakes snapped DJ’s head up to see what was going on. In front of him sat a steel gray Audi coupe. Recognition spawned behind his eyes and he suddenly knew his bluff had been called.

With the door opening up, a blast of music was heard, stepping out of the car came a pair of peep-toed high heel shoes. Standing up, the tall red headed woman had an upset look on her face. Her dark red hair was curled perfectly, contrasting against her pale skin. Crushing her waist down in exactly the way she liked it was a red halter top long line corset. Under that she sported an incredibly tight satin knee length pencil skirt.

DJ winced as the voice in his head spoke up again. ‘See, this is your fault now. All you had to do was not be a pain in my ass, but nooooo. Well, now she’s pissed and it is your problem.’

“DJ, can you please explain to me, exactly, why I am driving around looking for you instead of seeing you walk up to the school when I told you to be there?” A sneer of anger marred the perfectly made up face as Jason began to slowly click towards him on her stilettos. “I do hope you have a good reason…”

Knowing that a good reason was exactly what he didn’t have, DJ simply shrugged and smiled. Standing up from his perch on the bench, he moved towards Jason slowly. “Well, you see, what had happened was…” Smiling as he delivered the line, DJ’s smile slowly began to wilt as the line failed to land. He knew he was in more trouble than he expected when his favorite line to make her laugh didn’t land at all.

“I see.” Jason delivered the line deadpan, her resting bitch face perfectly cultivated for moments precisely such as this. Stepping away from DJ, Jason moved to the door of the car and opened it up. “Get in.”

“But.,.”

“Get. In. I will not repeat myself.” Seeing how deadly serious she was, DJ slid into the passenger seat of the car. A moment later Jason was sliding in and the car was accelerating towards the school. DJ reached over to turn on the stereo only for his hand to be stopped inches away from the button. “Let’s have some quiet while we think about our actions.”

Nodding, DJ closed his eyes and tried to think of some way to make this better. He knew he had been playing with fire by not following her orders to her exact specifications, but he had not expected her to be this livid. It was almost like something was making her even more upset than he expected her to be.

Pulling up to the school parking lot, Jason slid the Audi into the parking spot she paid the school to reserve for her. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, simply something that seniors had the rights to bid on. Just another way for a school to try and raise more funding. What was unusual was the crowd around the empty parking spot.

“Get out, go to the trunk, wait for me.” Her tone showed she would brook no insolence from him. DJ climbed out of the car and moved over to the trunk as quickly as his heeled feet would carry him. There was something about her tone, about the way that he knew that any infraction at this point would come with severe repercussions that was building a fire up inside of him. Thankful for the tight panties and the flowing skirt, DJ could feel hardness forming under his clothes.

Stepping out of the car slowly Jason reached into the back and pulled out the black leather trench coat she preferred to wear for school. As she slipped it on, DJ could feel the disappointment that she had not asked for his help with it as she often did. Once covered to her satisfaction she joined him at the trunk.

Ignoring all of those around her, Jason turned to DJ. “Five for being late, five for making me come find you. Hands on the trunk, assume the position.” DJ swallowed as he realized what was about to happen, before he could even think of finding a way to beg for leniency she snapped out another word. “Now!”

Knowing that it was too late to find a way to stop this, DJ moved to the car and placed his long nailed hands palms flat on the trunk. Leaning forward, he bent over until his ass was presented perfectly for her. The tiny skirt that had been selected that morning rose up until more than half of the young man’s bouncy behind was being revealed to all those around them.

Stepping to the side, she spoke. “You will count, and then apologize.” Even knowing exactly what was about to happen, DJ still jumped as her hand slapped into his ass cheeks. The crack of the skin on skin contact made a number of people watching the event hiss in pain. One kid in the back even yelled out. “Oooohhh!”

DJ let out a breath and then spoke. “One, Mistress. I am sorry for being late.”

The hand descended again, landing on almost the exact same spot. DJ knew that sitting in class the rest of the day was going to be an exercise in control, and perhaps some ibuprofen. “Two, Mistress. I am sorry for being late.”

The third slap started a tear in one eye that DJ tried to blink away before repeating his mantra. “Three, Mistress. I am sorry for being late.”

Smack! “Four, Mistress. I am sorry for being late.”

Smack! “Five, Mistress. I am sorry for being late.”

There was a pause then. A soft voice spoke in his ear softly. “Good. Now, I want you to think about why I am so upset. And after your punishment, you will tell me why.” Nodding slowly, knowing that this type of command needed no more acknowledgement, he could feel his Mistress moving into position again.

Thankfully, this spanking landed in a different spot. DJ still gritted his teeth knowing that the only reason it was in a different spot was so that when he sat in class later there would be no comfortable cheek for him to switch to. “Six, Mistress. I am sorry for making you come find me.”

Confusion in the students around him caused a murmur to erupt in their ranks. To most it made no sense that his mantra had changed. Finally, one of their most studious peers spoke up. “Oh, cause it was five for each. I get it.”

In that time, seven and eight had landed hard, his bubbly butt red and bouncing around from the repeated spankings. “Seven, Mistress. I am sorry for making you come find me.”

“Eight, Mistress. I am sorry for making you come find me.”

DJ’s voice was becoming hoarse and his breathing was beginning to come in halting almost sobbing breaths as the fire that had blossomed on his derriere became the only thing he could concentrate on. That and the counting.

“Nine, Mistress. I am sorry for making you come find me.”

Biting his lip to keep from screaming out, the tenth blow landed. “Ten, Mistress. I am sorry for making you come find me.”

“Good. You may stand and fix your makeup.” There was certainly a huskiness to Mistress’s voice that had not been there previously. DJ knew that she was truly upset at him over something, but it seemed like it may have been resolved now that he had accepted his punishment so well. He was proud of himself for not calling out or begging.

Standing, he moved away from the trunk in case that Mistress would want to access it. Pulling out a compact he began the process of attempting to repair the dark eye makeup that had smudged slightly from the tears he had been unable to quell. As he worked on that, Mistress spoke up. “Show is over. Leave unless you want some yourself.” The teens knew she wasn’t kidding at all and began to disperse. A few grinned and waved as they moved off, genuine friends of the pair.

Taking a deep breath to try and settle herself Mistress moved over to DJ and stared as her sub fixed his makeup. She took the time to look over his outfit for the first time that day. A smile came to her painted lips as she realized just how beautiful DJ looked. A memory of her buying him that top just a couple of weeks ago came to her and she let the tension fall away from her. “Now, tell me why I was so upset.”

DJ clicked the compact closed and placed the makeup back into his purse before turning to her. “I don’t know Mistress. I know I should have thought of it by now. You actually seemed upset and I don’t know what I did that could have caused that.” DJ knew there was a time to fight against his Mistress, times when he could get away with pushing against her. But now did not seem like one of those.

“I know some of this is still new to honey. I know that just recently we had you come out to the school as the new you. So you aren’t used to what it means to dress like that and walk alone from one spot to another. The reason I am upset?” Jay paused as she stepped up close to DJ and pulled him into a tight hug, her forehead resting against his. “I was fucking worried about you pet.”

Sudden crashing weight landed on DJ as he realized what she meant. “Oh my god Mistress.” The desire to genuflect before her was so strong that the only thing stopping him was her hands on him keeping him against her. “I didn’t think… I… Please, forgive me.”

Shaking her head and smiling at his realization she couldn’t stop from smirking at his unintended pun. “I know you didn’t think. But driving up and finding you there sitting on a bench blowing bubbles? You should thank the Goddess it was only ten.”

The bell ringing in the distance to announce the beginning of school was the herald of the end of their embrace. As the pair began to walk through the parking lot towards their classes, DJ giggled. “Man, I’m glad I don’t have P.E. today.”