Psycho K

My disclaimer:  If you are under 18, you need to leave.  If you don’t like stories about spanking, then please leave.  If you are a close-minded idiot, then please leave.  This story is not true or based on any truth that I have known in my life.  If it happens to somehow offend you, then get over it or move onto another place.  Pleasant and constructive comments, however, are always welcome.  -K

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K knelt in a corner, straining her ears to hear any movement behind her.  Hearing only silence, she sighed.  Irrational K had made an appearance earlier, and as she transformed into psycho mode, she mentally prepared herself for the argument would commence.  Usually when K became crazy, they would toss petty insults and hurtful words at one another until one of them caved in.  The fights never lasted very long, but they were emotionally and physically draining.  This time, however, was different.  Without a word, H had simply grabbed her wrist, led her to this corner, and made her kneel. 

When H did this, K was cut off in the middle off her sentence and allowed herself to be led to a corner, more out of disbelief than anything else.  As she heard H walk back into the kitchen, a wave of shame, fear, and confusion washed over her.  Fuck, she thought.  Now what?

In the kitchen, H continued cooking dinner and thought about what to do with her cute little psycho.  Many moons ago, they had agreed that H would be the head of the household and that K would submit to her.  H had it good with K.  The girl was sexy, smart, and intelligent.  They rarely fought.  And although H had the authority to punish her, she never really had to.  She never did anything really wrong.  She wasn’t the kind of girl to stay out all night and party or to drink and drive or anything like that.  And even though H had caught her lying a few times early on in their relationship, K had since grown up and become much more responsible. 

That doesn’t mean that H never punished her, however.  Once, after a few days of having a particularly nasty attitude, H had spanked her with a ruler until K begged her to stop.  But punishments were few and far between, and they were happy together.  Except for when K went psycho on her. 

Usually when this happened, H completely lost her temper and the situation would snowball until someone, usually H, broke down and apologized.  Tonight, however, something had snapped.  H had lost her temper so badly that she couldn’t even speak.  As she waited for the water on the stove to boil, she sighed. 

Just because H didn’t have to punish K very often didn’t mean they didn’t both enjoy spankings.  In fact, they were a frequent part of their nighttime trysts.  H could make K writhe in agony and beg for more with a simple hand spanking.  She could turn her into the most submissive slut willing to do anything for her Daddy with her belt.  H had the power to make K completely melt with just the teeniest hint of dominance or force.  H loved that power and control. 

As H thought about this, she remembered what her original plans for the night would be.  They were going to enjoy dinner together, play some video games, and enjoy a little overdue playtime in their bedroom.  But one offhand comment about H’s mother coming over, and K went crazy.  And H was plain tired of it.  Why should her plans be ruined because her girlfriend lost her temper?  She knew that even though K never did anything wrong to be punished for, this attitude and disrespect that she had thrown at H tonight warranted something.

H sighed.  She hated this.  She didn’t want to do this.  In fact, it felt almost like a chore.  But somewhere deep down, she knew that K was pushing and pushing and pushing her for a reason, waiting for a reaction.  And this time, H wasn’t going to be the one apologizing.  Hell no.  And she was still going to get what she wanted tonight, fight or no fight. 

Back in her corner, K’s anger quickly turned to sadness.  She hated herself for getting like this, but for some reason, when she felt that little monster welling up inside of her, she just couldn’t make him go away.  She started to fidget in her corner.  H had never put her in a corner like that, without speaking to her or arguing with her.  The silence made her miserable.  K couldn’t stand the silence and the not knowing what would happen. 

She wondered what H was thinking.  She wondered if they would still be able to enjoy their night.  She felt guilty for ruining their making dinner together time.  Above all, she was fearful.  She knew H would never leave her, no matter what she did.  Did K sometimes take advantage of that and push H too far?

After about ten minutes, K heard the oven door close.  Her body stiffened as she felt H behind her.  Grabbing her by the arm, H guided her to the couch and sat down, Placing K over her lap in one swift move. 

K couldn’t believe what was happening.  She never got punished and she liked it that way!  Even though she read stories and watched videos, when it came right down to it, she was terrified.  H was strong and hot and had the best forearms ever.  She could do some serious damage if she tried.  K seriously couldn’t believe this was happening.  Could she back out?

K wiggled a little bit to test her movement.  H wasn’t holding her very tightly, but as soon as K tried to move, she felt H’s hand slap her ass, hard.  Once, twice, three…she lost count of how many times.  She was wearing jeans, so she wasn’t in too much pain, but she was humiliated to be draped over her Daddy’s lap like a little girl.  She really wanted to speak up and argue that H was being ridiculous, but she lost her voice.  H still had not spoken to her and she could feel the anger radiating from H’s body.  In less than a minute, it was over, and K felt glad.  It hadn’t been bad at all.  K always got over things quickly and was ready to resume their evening.  H, however, was still angry and had a ways to go. 

H sat K down on the couch next to her.  She had still not said anything since the corner incident and K was going insane from the cold silence.  It had brought tears to her eyes while she was in the corner, but she had quickly swallowed them back down. 

“Look at me.”  K jumped slightly at these words.  Immediately she felt tears coming up again.  She could hear the anger and disappointment in H’s voice.  She felt about three inches tall.  She slowly raised her eyes up to look at H. God, she was so freaking cute.  Her hair fell in front of her eyes all messed up and sexy.  Her eyes were so blue and so intense that the look in them alone made K feel submissive.  A fire burned in the back of those eyes and K immediately knew that she would do whatever she was told.  H was too angry to push any further this time.  “Do you understand why you are being punished?”  K nodded.  “Tell me.”

This sucked.  K could never look Heather in the eyes when talking about punishment or spankings, whether they were sexual or not.  It was too hard.  She just couldn’t do it.  As she started to speak her eyes dropped back down.  H lifted her chin up until her eyes met hers again. 

H knew this was hard for K, and she secretly enjoyed it.  K was completely under control and she loved it.  The punishment part wasn’t fun, but she knew K needed it to feel not guilty and it turned H on even though it was for punishment.  H would make sure that K would take care of that later.

“IgotanattitudeandIwasmeantoyou.” K said this all very fast and jumbled and it took a second for H to process it.  She knew how hard this was for K to admit though, and decided not to push her too far, especially since this was the first time she had been punished in a while. 

“You have to stay calm with me.  We can discuss issues if you have them, but when you lose your temper and start slamming things around and not answering me when I talk to you, I get very frustrated.  Do you understand?”

K nodded again.  She felt like a kindergartener.  She shrank another inch. 

H noted this.  If they had to repeat this again, she would make K talk to her more, but the dinner was in the oven and she really wanted to enjoy their night, so she just said, “Go get my belt.” K’s eyes widened and her face reddened.  She smiled, but in disbelief.  She thought H was joking.  She had just been spanked.  It was over!  She looked at H and saw that H was not smiling.  In fact, she still looked pretty pissed.  K got up slowly and walked upstairs, starting to regret her actions of earlier.

H smiled as she watched K walk away.  That incredulous look on her face was cute.  But she couldn’t melt now.  She had to finish.  That light spanking was nothing.  These psycho incidents had to stop.

K came back downstairs and handed H the belt.  Her head was hung in shame.  “Take off your jeans.”  K obeyed slowly, feeling like her hands and legs were made of lead.  She was humiliated.  In the back of her mind, she wondered if the curtains were closed. 

H stood up and bent K over the couch.  “You will not disrespect me, curse at me, or slam things around in anger.  Do you understand?”  With that, she swung the belt across K’s ass, hard.  It landed right in the middle of it and left an angry red mark.  K gasped.  H had never used the belt on her for punishment.  It hurt so freaking bad.  “Yes, Daddy,” she said.

H liked that.  K had immediately started calling her Daddy as a sign of submission.  But her punishment was far from over.  “You will not have a bad attitude.”  H slapped the belt across her ass again, harder.  She wanted K to remember this punishment for a long time.  

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” K had wiggled a bit after that second stroke.  Surely it was almost over?

“And most of all, when I ask you a question, you had better answer me.” H swung again and again, five more times across K’s ass, which was rapidly becoming bright red. 

“Yes, Daddy, I’m so sorry!”  At that, H finished her lecture and simply starting laying it on K’s ass.  Over and over H swung, focusing on her ass the thighs.  K wiggled and turned but she never stood up .  She was too scared of what H would do if she got out of her position.  There were worse things than a belt, she knew.

Noticing K’s discomfort, H paused to let the sting settle.  She had read somewhere that pausing made the next licks hurt worse AND it was supposed to create more arousal.  The arousal would come later.  She was focused on punishment right now.  After K caught her breath, she brought the belt down again.  K screamed into a pillow.  Okay, please Daddy, stop!  I am so sorry for being mean.  Please Daddy, please! 

H didn’t stop.  She had a plan.  She ignored K and kept whipping her with the belt.  K’s pleas and cries hurt her, but she kept at it.  After about 15 or 20 strokes, she heard it.  A sniffle.  Was her little psycho crying?  She brought the belt down again, right below her ass and above her thighs.  At that, the floodgates opened.  K started sobbing and crying like a little girl.  H appraised her ass.  It was bright red, and little welts had begun to appear.  She had finally broken down K.  Now maybe next time her little psycho side acted up, she would remember this.

H wanted to throw the belt down then and there and hug K and tell her everything was okay.  H’s anger had melted away right after she started spanking her.  It was a good way to get rid of that tension and mad feeling, she thought.  But she knew that K needed just a little more.  Three more, she thought to herself.  Three more times, H brought the belt down right in the middle of K’s ass.  She swung as hard as she could and K wailed and kicked her legs after every stroke.  Her sobs seemed to be coming from a very deep place.  After the last stroke, H lifted K up gently and set her on the couch.  She held onto her tight and kissed her head.  “Ssh.  It’s okay.  It’s over, baby.  You were such a good girl for Daddy taking your punishment.  Stop crying.”

After a few minutes of soothing talking, K buried her head into her Daddy’s chest.  With a very muffled voice, she said “Thank you so much, Daddy,” and a wave of fresh sobs welled up.  H kissed her again.  “You’re welcome, my little girl.”

When all of this was said and done, K felt much better.  Psycho K was long gone, and H was no longer angry.  With their fight forgotten, they enjoyed their dinner and played video games together.  While waiting for a scene to load, H caught K in a yawn.  “You’re not tired, are you baby?” she asked. 

“Oh, no,” K said, and yawned again.  At that, H turned off the Xbox and set down the controller.  She gave K an evil smile.  “You know you were punished earlier, right?” K blushed and hung her head.  Her bottom was still burning, and a few welts were still there.  “Yes.”

“Well, now you have to thank Daddy for your punishment.”  H took K by the hand and led her upstairs.  “Kneel.”  K quickly obeyed and started licking H’s pussy frantically.  She wanted to do whatever she could to let her Daddy know how thankful she was for her punishment. 

H grabbed her hair roughly and held it in her pussy.  Then she pulled her up by her hair and steered her toward the bed.  “Get on your hands and knees.”  K looked at H with her mouth open.  “What?”  That’s what H told her to do when she wanted to whip her with a belt during sex.  But she had just gotten punished!  Was she serious?

“Do it, “H said and pushed her roughly onto the bed.  K got on all fours and lifted her ass up into the air.  “You were punished earlier, little girl, but this is not for punishment.  This is to get your little cunt wet and ready for your Daddy.  This is for your pleasure.”  She was right.  As K felt that familiar slap against her ass, an entirely different emotion was coursing through her veins.  It was a raw, base, sexual energy that made her lift her ass up and ask for more.  “Oh, yes Daddy, more.”

H swung a few more times and then K began to move.  H wasn’t having that tonight.  Tonight was all hers.  K was hers.  She pushed her down and held her there and she spanked her again with the belt.  “Move again, and I’ll go get something worse,” she whispered in K’s ear. 

K became instantly wet at these words and gasped as the belt struck her again.  After a few more times, H made K turn over and lie on her back.  She spanked K’s tits and made her moan and writhe around on the bed.  “Such a whore, my little girl.” 

“Yes Daddy.” 

“Open your legs, little whore.”  K immediately open her legs and felt a sharp smack.  Damnit!  She hated this and she knew H did it just to prove her control over her.  She closed her legs instinctively.  H pushed them apart roughly.  “Keep them open until I tell you to close them, or I’ll use my belt instead of my hand right here.”  K moaned at these words and H’s voice and kept her legs open.  She had no desire to actually feel a belt on her pussy, but the mere threat was enough to double the wetness that was already there between her legs.  H slapped her pussy several times and let out an evil chuckle.  She knew K hated this part.  She loved watching her submit. 

After she stopped slapping her pussy, she waited.  She wanted K to mess up, to disobey, just so she’d have a chance to roughly punish her before her fucking.  But K kept her legs open obediently.  That didn’t matter, H thought.  She could use her however she wanted anyway.  H had been turned on ever since dinner, when she saw how she had the power to turn her psycho K into an obedient little girl.  That was such a turn on. 

She grabbed K’s hair again.  “Fuck me.”  K immediately started fucking her and knew right where to go.  H began moaning in pleasure, keeping a good grip on K’s hair the whole time.  K rocked back and forth with H, pushing her fingers in as far as they would go, trying to touch all the right spots. 

K loved to fuck her Daddy.  She was good at it.  And her Daddy was so hot and powerful.  She couldn’t imagine being with anybody who could make her feel as safe and secure and loved as H had done tonight.  That was why it was important that she do such a good job fucking her daddy. 

Apparently she was doing a good job, because H was moaning and telling her that she fucked her Daddy really well and that she had to stop.  K didn’t want to.  Her Daddy felt so good inside and she loved bringing pleasure to her.  She kept fucking for a few more seconds, trying to bring her Daddy to orgasm when she felt a hand on her wrist.

“I told you to stop.”  Daddy kept holding her wrist and flipped her over, so that her hand was behind her back and she was on her stomach.  H slapped her ass a few times, hard and fast.  By now, the burning was not going away and K quickly began to wiggle away from H’s spanks.  “You didn’t listen to Daddy.”

“I just wanted to be a good girl Daddy!” 

“You didn’t listen.  Good girls listen to their daddies.”  With that, H put K’s hands over her head.  K understood that to mean not to move them.  “Bad girls who don’t listen get into trouble.” 

H rubbed K’s ass.  She was so turned on.  She could feel the heat from her ass from her punishments and spankings.  But H was not interested in spanking anymore.  She reached down between K’s thighs and let her juices soak her fingers.  “You’re such a wet little girl.  You didn’t listen to your daddy and you are a soaking wet slut.”

 “Yes daddy, I am,” K said breathlessly.  Every nerve in her body was on edge.  H was driving her fucking insane.  It was all she could do to keep her hands where they were supposed to be.  But she wouldn’t move them.  She really was a good little girl. 

H teased K’s pussy until her fingers were completely covered in her wetness.  Without warning, H moved her hand up and began to fuck K in the ass.  K went wild and began pushing her ass up onto Heather’s fingers.  “Oh, Daddy!  Oh, yes!”

“Bad little girls who don’t listen get their assess fucked.”  H fucked her ass hard and reached around to grab her tits while she was fucking her.  Her nipples were harder than ever and H played with them, torturing K even worse. 

K’s nerves were on such end that she was just moving her body every which way.  She knew that if she didn’t ask her Daddy to stop soon, she would come without permission.  She had done that once before and learned a very valuable lesson.  H had forced her to pleasure her daddy for three nights in a row after a very long and hot spanking.  Each night, H had spanked her and teased her and forced her to fuck her, but never reciprocated.  Her fingers never went anywhere near K’s pussy and she wasn’t allowed to touch herself.  When the fourth night came and H finally fucked her, K had to beg and beg for a good five minutes before being allowed to come all over H’s hands.  She had not forgotten that lesson since.  Not even for a minute. 

“Daddy, stop.  I am going wild.  Please let me fuck you.”  H didn’t listen and kept fucking her ass.  “Don’t you dare come, little girl.  I am nowhere near done with your ass or your pussy.”

K moaned and tried to breathe to keep herself from coming.  Just when she knew that she couldn’t take anymore, she felt H pull out of her ass and lay on her back.  “Fuck me again.”  At these words, K went ballistic.  As she fucked H, she sucked on her tits and H held her head while she did.  K greedily sucked on them, trying to drive her Daddy as crazy as she had driven her just moments before.  H moved back and forth in tune with K’s motions.  K fucked H as good as she could, getting faster and faster, feeling her muscles tighten.  She kept going harder and faster, sucking on her nipples until she heard H again say “Stop.”  This time, she listened, and as her reward H finally plunged her fingers deep inside K’s pussy.  “If you would have listened the first time, you could have already been fucked, little girl,” she said.  “Yes daddy, I am sorry.  I am being a good girl now,” K whispered.  She was completely lost.  She only knew half of what she was saying.  H’s fingers felt so good and she never wanted it to stop. 

She felt H’s other hand slapping her tits and started to moan louder.  She was trying so hard to be quiet, she knew that H didn’t like her to get too loud, but damnit, H made it so fucking hard to stay quiet!  “Fuck me daddy.  Fuck your little slut.”  How embarrassed she would be the next day, but in the moment, she was a horny little bitch who just wanted her daddy to fuck her brain out. 

“Yes, you are a little slut.  Who owns you?”

“My daddy does.  You own me, daddy!”  These words pushed K right over the edge, and H knew it.  She fucked her as hard as she could as she felt her little girl’s muscles tighten.  “Be a good girl and come on daddy’s fingers.”  H barely whispered these words into K’s ear and K exploded.  She screamed and writhed and thrusted and had one of the strongest orgasms ever.  Her burning ass, her earlier punishment, her second, for pleasure punishment, the fucking, and the dirtiness of herself made K have the longest, most intense orgasm ever.  She hoped that H knew it was all because of her.  

After K recovered, she immediately began fucking H.  H reached down and rubbed her clit as K fucked her.  She moaned gently and thrusted her hips up to meet K.  Before long, H came too, so strong and so hard that K had trouble keeping her fingers inside of H’s pussy.  H felt on top of the world: she had finally punished K like she should’ve done months ago; she had fucked her little girl good and reminded her who owned her, and she was getting the best fucking of her life.  As she reached a climax, she too, exploded and wrapped one arm around K.  As she came, K buried her body into H’s strong arms, feeling her forearms flexing beneath her.  Afterward, they both collapsed, H’s arms around K’s.  They had such strong orgasms that they didn’t wake up until the next morning.

“Hey, baby?” K said. She had an impish grin on her face.  “What do you want to do today?”

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