Spanked My Girlfriend For The First

Spanked My Girlfriend For The First Time My gf moved in with me recently and I made things pretty clear: if she's a bad girl, she'll be treated like one. She laughed it off and was like "yeah okay, baby," rolling her eyes at me. I let that one go, but I should have ripped her panties off and put her over my knee right then and there, even if just to set the precedent. I laid out some pretty simple rules for her:
No talking to other guys without my permission

No drinking without asking me first

No cussing (pretty girls shouldn't use naughty words)

If I say no to an outfit, it goes in the donation pile--I don't want other guys lookin at what's mine

She has to ask my permission when she goes places without me.

I was raised with the beliefs that the woman submits to the man, so I didn't think this was too much to ask. One night, I get home from work, the house is a wreck, all my beer is gone, and my girl is nowhere to be found. She comes home about an hour later in an outfit I told her to throw out weeks before.

"Hey, honey," she says sweetly, kissing me on the cheek. "Sorry I'm late, I was out shopping with the girls." I could tell by her voice that she was lying.

"Do you have something you want to say to me?" I ask her, trying to contain how furious I am with her. I want to give her a chance to explain herself before I put her over my knee.

"Yeah. Uhh...how was your day?"

"Who were you with?" I asked, grabbing her arm as she starts walking to the kitchen.

"Just Jess and Liv, relax. You could just ask me. You don't have to be such a d*** about it." I was sick of it. It was the third day in a row she'd disrespected me, and now she was going to get an attitude adjustment. I started leading her upstairs by her hand, but she yanked it away from me, so I just grabbed her in a bear hug and carried her up with her kicking and fighting me. I'm 6' 2" and 225 lbs, she's 5' 5" and 115, so it wasn't difficult at all--I bench press over twice her weight.

I closed the door and put her over my lap, holding her legs down with my right leg so she can't kick me. She throws her hands over her butt, so I just grab them and hold her wrists in my left hand (like I said I'm a lot stronger than her so it wasn't a challenge) then give her a good hard smack where her *** meets her legs.

"Josh, what the f*** are you doing?" she yells at me, still squirming to no evail.

"I warned you, baby. I tried to keep my temper, but you need to learn your lesson. Do you want to tell me where you really were?" I asked, raising my hand again.

"Josh! What's your f***ing problem? I was with my friends!"

"I believe that part, but which friends?" I asked, spanking her three more times when she offers no response. I wait a few more seconds, then spank her again, harder, but still not as hard as I can and she begins to cry.

"Okay, okay, I was with greg! Are you happy?" she yells at me. "Just stop. Please, I promise I won't see him anymore without asking you first."

"No, that's not good enough. You need to learn some respect. I'm tired of this attitude problem, Em. After this spanking, maybe you can learn your lesson." She struggles to get loose, but I've got a tight hold on her. She's not going anywhere. I spank her 30 times, the more she moves, the harder I smack her, until she stops. I lift her up a little, enough to get her pants around her ankles.

"Tell Daddy what a bad little girl you've been," I tell her.

"I've been bad, Daddy," she said shamefully, not looking up at me. She sounded defeated.

"You deserve to be punished, don't you?" I ask, rubbing her sweet, tight ***.

"Yes, sir." I make her thank me every time I spank her, 50 times with panties on. "Thank you, daddy. Thank you, daddy. thank you daddy," over and over again. then I pull them down with her pants and tell her to stand up and stay there while I go in the bathroom to get something. I come back with my wooden hairbrush.

"Come on," I say nonchalantly, patting my lap as I sit on the bed. "The longer you wait, the more you're going to get. Imma add ten for every second you stand there. One, two." She runs right over to me and gets across my lap before I get to 3. I don't think she'll try it again, but i liked the feeling of holding her down, so i pull her wrists back behind her back and hold them there again with my left hand. I spank her the orignal 50 times, and then 20 more for the two seconds she'd waited. She was balling by the end, begging me to stop, but I kept telling her the truth: She needed to learn her lesson. she deserved to be punished and maybe a guy that didn't love her as much as I do would let things like this go, but I just couldn't. She's my everything.

When I finished, I picked her up and took off her shirt then gave her one of mine to sleep in. "You understand I have to rip up those clothes now that I know you might disobey me again, right?" I say as I hold her. She's still crying, but she looks up at me and nods.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy," she sobs into my chest.

"I know you are love," I tell her, kissing her sweet forehead, then the tip of her nose. "I'm sorry I had to do that, but you know I did it because I love you and I can't let you be naughty anymore."

"I won't, I promise. I'll be a good girl," she tells me, still crying a little bit. Now, she knows i am the boss of the house and instead of calling me a d*** she calls me sir and we said that I am going to have to spank her when she misbehaves or disobeys me. She told me that she appreciates that I love her enough to discipline her and that she realized how much she needed it.

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