“Don’t you touch me asshole, what the hell was that about this afternoon, all because I said I could dress myself, who the fuck do you think you are?”
“It’s not what you said it’s that you said it at all, if I say something, that’s it, you don’t contradict me, ever.”
“Are you insane motherfucker, what are you talking about? I think you read one too many adult books or some shit, you can’t rule me.”
“See, there you go again, mouthing off, you need someone to rule you, since you’ve been allowed to run wild for too long, your mother wouldn’t win any awards for the way she raised you, more like neglected you, and now your poor father is all but half afraid of you, because you’re a spoilt little bitch with an attitude.” By now I had taken the keys from her and pulled her through the door.
I took her up the stairs kicking and screaming bloody murder, she hated me to call her out on her childish behavior but somebody had to, I had no doubt that her father loved her, but from what little bit I can gather her mother wasn’t much of one and had left Carrie to raise herself pretty much, while she saw to her own life. This left the world with a surly, bad mouthed, ill tempered beauty of a shrew.
On top of that I knew she was horny from my playing with her this afternoon, one thing I had learned, Carrie was a hot one, she loved to be touched and cuddled for all her bad girl persona, and when I finger her she usually cums hard and loud. Leaving her body on the brink like that was probably too much and she reacted badly, too bad she chose riding in a car with another guy to teach me a lesson. I couldn’t let that shit slide.
Now I had a dilemma, I needed to punish her, but I wanted to fuck her more, I wouldn’t use our first time as punishment though, no way.
While I was contemplating my next move she used my distraction to run to the bathroom and close and lock the door.
I shook my head, this girl will never learn as if that would stop me. I walked to the door slowly; she was just prolonging the inevitable and pissing me off even more in the process.
I didn’t bother to knock, just kicked the flimsy wood of the door in. She tried to spray my eyes with hairspray or some shit, thank God she missed, that shit would’ve hurt.
She started throwing shit at me and I kept ducking and deflecting, the space wasn’t that big so it wasn’t long before I cornered her, folding her hands behind her back.
“Fuck off.” She squirmed and tried to kick me, I bit her jaw where it met her cheek while rubbing my fast erecting cock against her core. Her nipples were hard against my chest.
Dragging her into her room and over to her bureau I grabbed her hair brush and pulled her to the bed. It wasn’t easy getting her jeans off with all the kicking and screaming but I prevailed.
With her legs trapped by her pants it curtailed her movements which gave me the leverage I needed to turn her over my knee.
I brought the brush down hard, not on her cheek though, but in the crease where her ass met her thigh.
Ten hard whacks on each side had her crying real tears. I pulled her up to sit across my lap, knowing the sting would burn even more.
She squirmed on my lap trying to get away but I placed my heavy arm across both legs to hold her in place.
“That was for getting in a car with another guy, don’t ever do that shit again I don’t care how mad you are, you hear me?”
She was fucking fuming.
“I asked you a question Carissa.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“I told you, you’re mine, but to be truly mine you have to learn what I like and not just sexually, you have to learn all my ways, all my likes and dislikes, what I will and will not accept from you.”
“Why should I give a fuck about any of that, you don’t own me, I’m my own person.” My poor baby was sniffling and drying her tears as she tried to act tough.
“You stopped being your own person the minute you snarled at me that first day, you threw down the gauntlet, I picked it up. Now back to today, you reacted badly to your punishment and that made you do something stupid, stupidity can be dangerous, it can get you into a lot of trouble.”
“What the fuck are you seventeen or forty, what seventeen year old talks like that, maybe I’m not ready for what you want, you ever thought of that?”