“Do you want to say that?” Adrian asked Carina. The grin she had on her face was one that she knew would be wiped off immediately. The dark-haired man walked closer to his submissive Wife.

“I will…” she starts, her hand trailing down the cotton of her pyjamas, even under her dominant’s gaze, “touch myself without permission” she challenged.

Adrian grabbed her wrists in one hand, effortlessly, he held them to her chest, his hand cupped her perfect Ass. He spanked her hard, over her bottoms, but she felt the sting. She gasped, her resolve only breaking for a small moment.

“That would be a very bad idea, little one” he warns her, he closed the gap between them. He could feel her heart pounding, her breathing was starting to become heavy.

“I know, Sir” she whispered, but the smirk on her face told him she was going to still try it. She was a naughty little girl who desperately needed to be taught a lesson. He slipped his Free hand down to the waistband on her bottoms, he made sure to grab the silk of her panties, and yanked them down her legs.

“Are you going to continue, my girl?” He asks, releasing her arms. He was testing her and she knew it and was revelling in it. The absolute brat she was!

Carina hummed for a moment, trying to make him think she was innocent. Her hand went to slip between her legs. She watched him carefully, he didn’t do anything. She decided to touch her clit. She gasped as he pounced forwards, her hands were immediately held behind her back. Compared to him, she had no chance. His Free hand slipped between her legs, she was soaked.

“Pleasure me then, Sir” she exclaimed, rolling her eyes. That was two mistakes she had made now. Giving him an order and rolling those eyes.

He chose to manipulate the situation. His hand slipped between her legs, starting to rub firmly on her clit. Tight, little circles. Fast. As she started to process the immensely pleasurable sensation between her legs, she started to melt, beautifully. She was gasping in pleasure, making small noises of satisfaction. It felt amazing, her head rolled back.

“Sir, I need to cum. Please sir” She begged, her desperation was absolutely beautiful to him, and she knew that. She cried out, feeling the stimulation bring her closer to a climax.

“No, you may not” He replied simply, smirking as she let out the most frustrated cry he had ever heard. He didn’t relent, in fact he was determined to make her cum without permission. He leaned into her ear, “you are so sexy, little girl. At my mercy like this.”

She cried out as his words and his fast fingers tipped her over the edge, she had forgotten all the Orgasm control training he had given her, as she let an Orgasm rip through her body, she saw stars. Her body convulsed with pleasure. It truly was the most amazing feeling, the most amazing sensation ever.

He stopped, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. pulling her onto his lap. He waited patiently for a moment for her to realise what she had just done, with his help, but that is not important.

“You dick! You made me cum” she says. Her breathing was heavy.

“I did not make you cum, I specifically told you not to cum” He smirked, his hand went up her top, and found one of her nipples, pressing the pads of his fingers into her nipples, squeezing hard. “You are the one who disobeyed, princess”

“Did not” she responds and cries out when he twists her nipple. She whimpers and started to wiggle against him.

“I think a certain bratty girl needs a spanking, kneel little girl” He announces. He guides her off his lap, and he goes into the drawer, getting out the round, black leather paddle he usually brought out in situations like this. He grabs a pair of handcuffs.

She kept her gaze down, she could feel the wetness on her thighs. She felt his gaze on her. “I am sorry for being a naughty girl, Sir” she whispered.

Adrian knew that she knew that an apology would not get her out of this, she had not only been disobedient but a bratty minx every single part of the day. Once again he sat on the edge of the bed, he popped the paddle to the side.

“Come here, stand in front of me, back to me” He demanded softly. He was pleased to watch her follow the order given. Her hands remained by her side, he gently ran his thumb over her sensitive bud, making her gasp ever so slightly. She was so wet. He pulled her hands behind her back, cuffing her hands behind her back, he kissed her spine softly.

She felt every bratty bone of her body melt. She knew she was in trouble. But, the idea of it, turned her on that little bit more. He manoeuvred her over his lap, and he stroked her Ass, gently. His hand gave it some light smacks, to warm her up ever so slightly. He heard her breathing turn into pants, her eyes were squeezed shut.

“You lose count, we start again. Do you understand?” He asserts.

“Yes, Sir.”

He picked up the paddle, holding the leather over her skin for a moment, rubbing it over her skin. He lifts it and brings it down on her Ass firmly.

Carina gasped, the sharp sting of the leather took her breath away, “1” she counted. Another strike hit down on her Ass, followed by another. This repeated for about another 10 strikes, each one was slowly getting more forceful. Her Ass was turning red, her whimpers were increasing, yet so was her Horny state.

“How many are we on, sweet brat?” He asks.

“11” was her response.

“Impressive, don’t think it’s over just yet”

And, so he continued to punish her, paddling her until she was a sorry girl. He was sure she would learn her lesson.