Owning Her: Beautiful Domestic Discipline

by Susan Sass

  I backed away from Bree and addressed them all, "Alright ladies, as it seems I'm your new boss, here's your first assignment. Pack your stuff, quit your job, and get ready, because you move-in one week from today."

  Chapter 3: Time To Move

  Groaning, I laid down on my love seat, closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, fed up with the week long headache I'd been nursing. As I opened my eyes I caught a glimpse of Leanne walking past the door of my study and groaned again at the ache in my other head. Since I'd informed Joey about the moving-in plans he'd somehow come up with a seemingly impossible list of things to get done first. With all the last minute remodeling, running around, and instructing contractors as to what went where, it was all I could do to sit down and relax, let alone get some time in with Leanne. It was a nightmare! It seemed like I was needed everywhere at once, and when I couldn't do it people played it off like I was just ignoring them. The urge to punch someone right between the eyes was a hard temptation to resist.

  The only thing that kept me sane the entire week was getting to see the girls everyday. Joey had one of his film crews in the house teaching the girls the more subtle points of filming. When they were around I would devour them with my eyes, soaking in every last detail I could. A particular scent, the way a neckline curved, the magically musical sound of a laugh. I wanted them then and there, and it was all I could do to keep from dragging one to a closet and having my way with her.

  Anyways, the good news was that we had two exceptional cameramen, er, women, in the house. Bree, who apparently had done some filming at one point in time, and Rachel, who's eye for aesthetics made her a natural for the job. I was assured by the professional crew that by the end of the week they would be more than ready for the job.

  Confident that I wouldn't be needed in that area, I had spent my time talking to potential sponsors and had done a pretty good job. Of course it's hard to sell the idea of putting your merchandise on display via a porn site, so I tried to have them view it as a voyeur blog site with some explicit material. Regardless of the fact that everyone saw through my sales pitch, some still found the market value of having such a large audience being exposed to their products 24/7 to much to throw away, ergo I reeled in a few large corporations willing to donate the little stuff. You know, clothes, food, furniture, Internet service, cellphones, computers, cars, etc. Nothing huge, but it was a start.

  So between that and trying to organize the army of contractors constantly on march through my house, I was run pretty ragged, and the headache I had was definitely not helping me get through the last few hours. I'd seen the last of the construction clean up crews out about a half hour earlier and now the only banging going on in the house was in my skull, and I was ready for a nap.

  Sadly, we still weren't quite done yet. Now it was the moving crew's turn to rampage/pillage my home, and frankly I just wasn't up to it. So I'd pulled Leanne aside a little while back and told her she was in charge while I attended to some important business in my study. I told her not to disturb me, "Unless Armageddon breaks loose and the horse men are calling for me by name." She had giggled and told me not to worry about it. Relieved, I had thanked her and retreated to my study. I'm wasn't particularly proud of dumping the responsibility elsewhere, but seriously! A man has to draw the line somewhere. I stood up and walked to the door, closing it softly and returned back to my plush seat. I leaned back and justified it by telling myself it would be a good way to estimate how Leanne deals with being in control of situations.

  Fortunately for me, I was to tired to see how weak an argument that was, and I fell asleep almost instantly.

  A nudge to the shoulder woke me up. I opened my gritty eyes and sat up groggily.

  "I hate to bother you while your so busy, but we're in need of some instruction," the voice came from almost right on top of me and dripped with sarcasm. I looked up and saw that it was Angela, wearing a little smirk, cocking an eyebrow at me.

  "Didn't your mother ever teach you to knock?" I mumbled, still a little out of it. I leaned forward and rubbed my eyes, trying to bring some focus into them.

  "I did. When you didn't answer I opened the door and found you sleeping on the job. What do you have to say for yourself?" she asked in mock sternness.

  I sighed and gave her a little shrug, "Caught red handed."

  She leaned down, putting her face close to mine, and looked me right in the eye, "Red handed? Already? But you haven't even spanked me yet." Still looking me in the eye she shifted her body, moving my focus to her cleavage. My week of sexual frustration added to my almost immediate arousal, made apparent as my member tried valiantly to rip a hole through my jeans.

  As I stood up, Angela followed my movement, and when I was on my feet, she stepped even closer, almost pressing herself to me. "I'm sorry I woke you up," she said, "Are you gonna punish me?" she whispered in my ear, then leaned back and bit her lower lip, looking into my eyes. As I stared into her eyes, I saw nothing but excitement and desire. I would need to ask her about her history later.

  Instinctively my hands started to reach for her, but I soon caught myself, took a deep breath, and changed the course my hands were on. Instead I reached up and turned her towards the door by her shoulder. "Why don't you take me to where I'm needed? We can play later." I checked the clock. 6:49. Wow, I'd taken a pretty long nap.

  Looking over her shoulder at me, Angela stuck out her lower lip, pouting. It was obvious she wanted to say something, but whatever it was, she swallowed it and headed towards the door. While her back was to me I reached down and adjusted myself, trying to console my still aching manhood. Angela opened the door and walked out without looking back. Giving up trying to get comfortable, I sighed and follow her.

  She lead me straight to the living room, where the girls are lounging about watching T.V.. Confused, I listen for a moment. No hammering, no thuds, no grunting or scraping sounds. "We're done?" I ask stupidly.

  "Yup," said Rachel, who was flicking through the channels, obviously bored.

  I reached up in the air, stretching my shoulders and back. "Well I guess its time for the first bit of bad news then." All eyes turned to me. "Now I know you all just got settled in and put all your clothes away, but now you have to go get some of them out. Preferably the nicest stuff you have, cause I just got word that there's a ritzy new steak and lobster house that would be thrilled to have us in for dinner... for free."

  I would say the news was pretty well taken, seeing as the room was empty in no time flat. "We're leaving in half an hour. If you're late, you don't go." I went to my bedroom to tidy up and put on a nice dress jacket. I checked my hair, brushed my teeth, and then went back out to the living room to wait for the girls.

  About 25 minutes had passed when I went to the main hallway and started yelling into the main bathroom in an attempt to get them out to the cars before the deadline. "Let's go ladies. Tick-Tock. I'm starving." Leanne was the first one out. I almost choked when I saw the way she was dressed. A slinky black dress. I'll skip the details, because I'd have to talk about the fantasies that were going on in my head, and really I don't think there's enough room on the Internet for a text file that large. Let's leave it at jaw-droppingly sexy.

  Needless to say the other girls were similarly clad. Conservative with a tendency to boil blood. As I rushed them out the door and into the cars, I checked my watch. 7:27. Perfect.

  Dinner went smoothly. The girls were polite, the waiting staff was great, and I'm sure my food was delicious, I just couldn't taste it when I noticed how amazing the girls around me looked. I ate in almost complete silence while the girls chatted away and discussed mundane things. When we had finished, the manager, Chad, came out and asked us how we'd liked everything. We were all adamant about how exquisite everything had been and how much we had enjoyed the meal. Chad was so delighted with our response he left us a standing offer of free dinner whenever we cared to come back. I assured him we would most definitely be back, how could you pass up an offer
like that?

  When we got home everyone was still pumped with energy. They were all talking so fast and loud it took me a moment to get their attention. "Ladies." I said loudly, finally getting some quiet. I checked my watch again, "It's now almost 9 o'clock. If I don't hear any objections, I think its time for pajamas." The girls all agreed and started to scatter, Angela and Leanne to their room, Rachel and Bree to theirs. "I'll be in the living room when you're ready."

  I sighed and stretched while walking to my bedroom. I wasn't normally such a time oriented person, but now was the only chance I had to initiate some routine and order for this house. I threw off my dress clothes and slipped into some unflattering blue plaid pants and a white t-shirt. I brushed my teeth once again and then headed out into the living room and plopped down into the middle of the huge couch to watch some T.V.. Once again Leanne, who was now dressed much like myself, was the first one out. She shuffled over then virtually collapsed onto me with a sigh, forcing a grunt out of me. Eager for an opportunity to spank one of these young ladies, I jumped on this one.

  "Young lady," I started, "That was exceedingly rude. I think you need to be punished."

  Leanne looked up me and smiled, "Promise?"

  "What do you say? It'll be the first spanking we film for the site."

  "Are you kidding? You really didn't even need to ask, you should have just done it."

  I laughed, "Well lets just call this one a volunteer spanking then, shall we?"

  "Volunteer, huh?" She asked, studying me with exaggerated pointedness. "Well if that's the case, I volunteer to be hairbrushed to tears."

  A sense of unease went over me. In private, it was one thing. I was happy to do it there, but for some of these girls it would be the first spanking they'd ever seen, and I didn't want to scare them off. Leanne saw the look and my eye and understood exactly what it meant. "Don't worry about them. I'll tell them all how much I love it later on. Even if they don't understand, they'll take my word for it."

  I nodded my approval stuck out my hand for her to shake. "It's a deal," she said as we shook.

  Leanne and I spent the rest of the time getting the camera equipment out of the closet in the family room. We set up two cameras and laid out a camera. One camera would watch the action, and the other would watch the reaction. It was a basic spanking scene setup. Bree and Rachel walked in while we were setting up the last of the equipment, and both suddenly looked nervous. They milled around the door for a moment before going to sit on the couch and watch whatever was on, occasionally casting glances our way.

  A couple minutes later Angela walked in. The second she saw the cameras her smile took over her face. "What's up chief?" she asked me, "More filming practice?"

  "Not exactly." The girls all froze, even Leanne. I continued, "So far you've all been excellent. No one has done anything wrong, and nothing has happened to make me even remotely upset. However, the site opens up in just one more week, and we need content." Rachel and Bree looked apprehensive while Angela just looked excited. "To answer the question you're all thinking, I'm doing this one on a volunteer basis, and Leanne has already volunteered." I didn't bother to watch for reactions this time, instead I turned to Leanne. "Are you sure?"

  She put her hand on her hips gave me a haughty look, "Just try to stop me."

  I turned back to the others, putting Bree and Rachel on the cameras, and sending Angela to my study to get my straight-backed chair and maple hairbrush. By the time she got back everyone was ready to start. When the chair was placed in the center of the room, I walked to it and sat down, calling Leanne to my side. I had her kneel on my right side and face the action camera, then cued Rachel to start filming when she was ready.

  As soon as the red light came on I started talking, "Hello everyone. My name is Chad, and I have the pleasure of living in this house with 4 gorgeous women, all of whom I am responsible for. Even though everyone was exceptionally well behaved today, we feel it's our duty to give you a little glimpse of the disciplinary style used in the house." I gestured towards Leanne and continued, "This lovely lady to my right is Leanne. She's been living under my roof for a week now, and has graciously agreed to be the first filmed spanking. Why don't you introduce yourself?"

  Leanne blushed and looked away from the camera, "My name's Leanne and I love to be punished and humiliated. You'll probably see me sitting here more often than the others, mostly because I want it, not because I'm naughty."

  "In that case let's not put it off any longer." I leaned down close and said, "Tell me why you should be punished."

  Still blushing, Leanne cringed, then started to talk, "Because I'm a dirty little girl with impure thoughts. I need to be punished to keep my desires in check, otherwise there's no telling what I might do to quench my sexual thirst."

  I laughed, more at the reactions from the girls than from anything Leanne had said. "I would say that's a pretty damn good reason. Young lady, I think you need a good old fashioned over the knee spanking. Get your ass across my lap." Still embarrassed, Leanne quickly complied, laying herself down gently while trying to get comfortable.

  As Leanne wiggled around on my lap I started to stroke her backside and looked at the action camera. "I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce the crew. Rachel on the action cam, Bree on the reaction cam, and Angela on stills. They're all girls that live in the house, and believe me, you'll get to see plenty of them. There will be at least one video of each up by the time the site is ready to launch, so you'll be able to see them all in action." Breaking my stare away from the camera, I returned my attention to Leanne, who had finally settled down. "Let's get started, shall we?"

  With no further ado, I lifted my hand and started the spanking. Slow and relatively light at first. I wanted to work it up as much as possible, make the people think they had gotten their hands on another lame vanilla spank site, then show them what it was really about.

  The swats were really no more than love pats with a little sting in them, and apparently Leanne was getting annoyed with it, because she spoke up, "What's the matter? Don't tell me you tired out your arm sleeping on it this afternoon while everyone else was hard at work."

  I had trouble keeping a straight face as I stopped the spanking completely and looked at the camera, shaking my head in a "You are so in for it" kind of way. I whipped my arm high above my head and brought it down in a lightening fast whipping motion right in the center of her sit spot. The SJOEYK was deafening, and it took a moment for the pain to register for her, but as soon as it did I was rewarded by a very vocal "YEOW!"

  "My are is fine, thank you, but I think you might need to see a doctor for your busted bottom later." I then started to bring my hand down in earnest, raining sJoeyk after hard sJoeyk around her bottom, making her squirm and yelp. I switched up cheeks and tempo at random, keeping my hand flat and using mostly my fingers to keep the sensation stingy instead of thuddy. I worked from up to down and back up, back and forth across her thin pajama pants.

  I had been working her over for a few minutes when she reached back to cover up. Sighing, I grabbed her hand and pinned it against her lower back. "We've been over this before," I said impatiently, giving her ten brutal swats, using them to punctuate each word as I scolded her, "You Don't Reach Back To Cover Up, Got It? Good!" The hard series elicited gasps of pain and a few heartfelt kicks, and as I let go of her hand it practically teleported back in front of her. I shook out my hand, trying not to imagine how much her back side must sting if my hard palm was in this much pain. Ignoring my discomfort, I started again, getting a more audible response this time. The room was ringing with her ouches and ooo's when I decided to take it up another notch.

  "Leanne," I said, never slowing my pace, "I'm going to have you stand up now. When I do, you are not to rub your backside. The only thing you have permission to do is take those pj's and the panties underneath them and slide them down to the ground, then step out of them and go right back over my knee. Got it?" I asked with a solid whack
to her sore rump.

  "Yes sir," she managed to yelp out.

  I finally stopped. "Alright, stand up," I said, helping her slowly to her feet. She stood up on shaky legs and I could see the internal struggle as she fought to not reach back and comfort her burning backside. Slowly she did as she was told, untying the drawstring, then pulling her pants and panties down. I felt myself getting even more excited as I, once again, noticed her clean shaven pussy barely visible between her loosely closed legs.

  'Calm down Drew,' I said to myself, 'It's just a spanking. You can get through this without creaming your pants. Just get a grip and...' Even my internal dialogue cut off as Leanne laid back down across my lap. The spanking had sent heat through her entire body, making her hot to the touch, and I could almost taste the sexual excitement she was giving off in continuous waves. I swallowed hard and tried to compose myself, a nearly impossible task in my present condition. A week of frustration had made me hypersensitive to the situation, and I think it was showing. I ran a shaking hand over Leanne's now rosy colored ass, and she responded by pushing back up with her hips, hoping for more.