I never took a step toward the coffee machine. I looked at her for a moment and then slapped her face hard.
“Oh, no!” was the only sound from her. She was in shock, trembling and holding her head between her hands, as if trying to protect herself from another slap.
“Don’t!” I said while grabbing her hair and forcing her to look at me again.
“Put your hands down!” She obeyed.
“Look at me in the eyes!” She obeyed again.
“You are a dirty little whore,” I said and asked, “Tell me what you are!”
She said nothing but looked into my eyes. I didn’t ask again, but slapped her face hard one more time. Her hands didn’t move. She said nothing but kept looking at me in the eyes.
“You should have answered me. You did say neither a yes, nor a no. It means you know you are a dirty little whore inside.” I reached for her face and rubbed the back of my right hand on her right cheek, I haven’t slapped yet.
“Be a good girl and tell me with your own words what you are. ” I asked again and received no answer from her. She knew what I was going to do next and she waited for it. It came very hard on her right cheek.
“Ouch!” was the only sound from her. She was soon looking into my eyes again.
“Hmm, your pain threshold is definitely high.” I said as if I was thinking something else and added, “I wonder if you could handle it.” It was just to make her curious about what I was going to do.
“Don’t move anywhere.” I ordered her and left the room. I knew she was going to obey me. She had her own reasons. They were the curiosity, the challenge, and the chance of discovering herself. She knew I had already discovered her dark side she had been hiding from everybody for long time. It was a unique chance for her to go a bit further. She also knew I wouldn’t hurt her since I was the father. She was a very clever girl.
I found her at the same place and in the same position when I came back. She looked at what I was holding in my hand. She was mesmerized.
“No, you can’t do this to me. There is no way you can use it on me.”
I knew the actual reason and it wasn’t the pain, but the marks I would leave on her body. It was the fear of being discovered by her husband and maybe her mother. She already knew about cane marks, cutting cane marks would be lasting long.
“Too late, you will take it as a big girl now. You will be caned!” I said.
“Please, I would do anything else and yes I am a dirty little whore, and yes you were right all about them and more.” She started begging to me. Her resistance was just broken. It was too easy and the reason behind it was not her submissiveness, but her fear of being discovered by the others. I hadn’t intended to use such a fear. What I wanted for her was to acknowledge her deep submissive needs. That was my intention.
“Bend over the dining table!” I commanded.
“No, please!” She tried to object.
“Just bend over that damn table!” I ordered her louder.
“Oh, God.” She said and bent over the dining table as instructed. I had already decided not to use the cane and not to leave marks on her body, but to spank her long and slow. It was up to her to go further for her needs afterwards. The time was very limited and it was the best I could do for her for the time being. It still would be a significant progress on her side.
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