La Brat by Ashe Barker

been a ploy. In fact, on reflection, he was convinced of it and as such it wouldn’t work. Arriving twenty minutes late wasn’t going to earn her the spanking she seemed to crave. But her thoughtless disregard for his rules about safe driving? No, he didn’t think that was Genie being manipulative. That had been a mistake on her part, a dangerous error, and one he intended to correct. She would not enjoy the consequences. Neither would he, but he was prepared to do whatever was necessary to get his point across and make it stick.
    But not now. Now he was just too fucking angry to dare go anywhere near her. Certainly he was in no mood to deliver a severe punishment. He needed to be calm for that, in control. Tomorrow would have to do.
    “I think you know the rules, but oblige me by repeating them now.”
    “Rules, Sir?”
    “The Highway Code, particularly in relation to the use of mobile phones whilst driving.”
    “Oh, those rules. You are playing policeman with me, Sir?” She smiled, her expression coquettish.
    “If I was playing policeman, I’d be writing you out a fixed penalty notice, not contemplating a whipping.” His tone was harsh enough to break rocks, expertly modulated to maximum effect.
    “A whipping, Sir?” Her playful smile evaporated. She stared at him, her eyes widening. “I am sorry and I have said so.”
    He noted with some satisfaction that the color had drained from her face. She was at last taking this matter seriously. He would ensure she was left in no doubt as to how gravely he regarded her carelessness. He’d stopped her from drinking and driving, so now he would up the ante and make sure she never repeated this offense either.
    “As I recall, you apologized for being late. I have no intention of punishing you for that. You know why you deserve to be disciplined.”
    Her eyes glistened with tears that she tried to blink back. “I phoned you whilst I was driving. I admit it and I am very sorry. Please, Sir, there is no need for this.”
    He stiffened his resolve. She could be so very appealing, but he had no intention of relenting. In any case, he was immune to tears. They came often enough with the Dom territory. “My call, not yours. But it’ll have to wait. Go to bed now, Eugenie.”
    “Bed, Sir? But I thought—”
    “Alone. You know where the spare room is. I don’t expect to see you again until tomorrow morning. Then, provided I’m no longer so fucking angry with you, you will accept whatever punishment I decide on. After that, if you feel so inclined, you can apologize and I’ll be listening. Now, do you have any questions?”
    “I do not want to go to bed. At least, not alone. I came here to… It is only four o’clock in the afternoon, Sir. I am not a child.”
    “Believe me, I know you aren’t a child, though you do behave like one sometimes. But you’re a woman, and a submissive, so act like it. I expect you to obey and to be courteous about it. Also, I know what the time is. This is not up for discussion. Either you go upstairs and stay in my spare room until tomorrow, or you go home now and return here in the morning. Ten o’clock. Sharp.”
    She stood before him, clenching and unclenching her fists. Her jaw was set, her lips flattened in—what? Anger, frustration? All of that, he suspected. She might be lovely—his cock hardened every time he laid eyes on her—but she had a lot to learn about submission, about obedience and about the proper demeanor to display for her Dom. He waited with his arms folded across his chest as she appraised her options.
    A full minute ticked away before she turned on her heel and marched for the door, bending to retrieve her bag as she went. She might have muttered something along the lines of ‘arrogant bastard’ as she left the room. Aaron let it pass. This time. The clatter of her feet on his staircase informed him of the choice she had made.
    Tomorrow would not be easy—for either one of them.
     
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