Discipline Lesson - DarkFantasyGirl69 - My Time At Sandrock (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

Rated R for MATURE: Contains Adult Content, Language, Sexual Activity, Nudity and mild violence.

DISCIPLINE LESSON

Birdie felt nervous when she approached the Blue Moon, Owen’s note clutched in her fist, her pink manicured fingers crushing the white paper mostly out of fear. Taking a deep breath, Birdie paused outside the Blue Moon, her right hand pressed against the door and stared at the note.

“Go to the stage and undress and put the blindfold on and wait for me. It’s time to teach you what happens when you disobey me. Disobedient little girls get a Discipline lesson. Don’t even think about leaving. Owen”

Birdie swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest as she pushed the doors open and went inside. The lights were all off except for the stage lights, the song Return to Innocence by Enigma plays on the jukebox. A soft cool breeze flowed across the stage from the white Floor fan next to it. There was but a single wooden chair in the center of the stage, a white folded towel on the seat and a black silk scarf for the blindfold.

It was a stifling eighty degrees outside but felt like a Hundred and ten in the Blue Moon, in spite of the fan but the heat wasn’t from a change in weather or a broken AC, it was the thought of what was going to happen. Birdie looked around and didn’t see Owen just yet. Rather than getting in more trouble, she set her purse down on the floor and began to undress.

Slipping off the Black six-inch Stilettos, she kicked them aside and unbuttoned her black leather skirt, sliding them over her hips, the smooth leather sliding like butter over her buttocks and her white silk panties going with it.

Birdie carefully folded her clothes neatly and set them aside. Shivering, she crossed her arms across her chest, the cool breeze hardened her nipples and gave her goose bumps. She reached down and picked up the scarf. Carefully putting it over her eyes, she tied it in the back, tight enough so she couldn’t see but loose enough, so it didn’t cut into her skin.

The music played but she could hear every breath she took and heard soft sounds of glasses clinking, which meant Owen was in the kitchen cleaning up.

She suddenly heard a door open to the main entrance and her heartbeat wildly in her chest. Who was here she wondered. She heard no voices but knew someone was here.

Birdie didn’t dare speak for fear of angering Owen and instead stood there.

Soon, the door opened again, and she heard more people coming in. What the hell was going on here? She thought to herself and started to panic, wondering where Owen was.

Birdie felt terrified, not being able to see what was happening. Then she heard Owen’s loud booming voice next to her as she felt his presence, his familiar scent of Old Spice and shampoo filled her nostrils.

She heard the chair being moved and it creaked as Owen sat down. Birdie then heard the soft crack of a wooden paddle slapping against Owen’s palm. Then she felt Owen’s large hand going around her wrist and pulled her forward until she stood to his right side.

Birdie suddenly felt her body shift as Owen slowly brought her across his large thighs, bottom up in the air. Her puss* instantly became wet and moaned when Owen’s hand caressed her gently across her buttocks, but it was short lived as she felt the sharp crack of the wooden paddle on her ass and her skin felt instantly hot. Biting her lip to keep from crying, she whimpered when another sharp cracked across her bottom. *SMACK*

“Tell Daddy what you did to deserve a spanking. Tell Daddy why you’re a bad little girl and in need of a discipline lesson” Owen smacked her bottom again with the wooden paddle with his right hand.
His left hand caressed her bottom, feeling the heat of the spanking on his palm.

Birdie felt tears spilling down her cheeks and they felt hot but not as hot as her buttocks. “Daddy, I’m sorry. I disobeyed you and went out when you told me not to and got home late. I’ve been a bad girl, Daddy. Please don’t spank me, I’m sorry.”

Owen brought the paddle across her bottom with a sharp slap again. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you disappear like that. I’m going to spank your bottom dark pink and then we’ll see how sorry you are.” *SMACK,SMACK,SMACK,SMACK, SMACK,SMACK, SMACK*

Birdie cried, tears soaking the blindfold and running beneath the material onto the floor. Every swat, her bottom became hotter, and her puss* was drenched. “Please Daddy, I’ll be good.” She wiggled and that earned her another five smacks on her buttocks.

Owen dropped the paddle and switched to his bare hand, swatting her smartly across her bottom that had turned a deep shade of pink.

He paused when his palm felt on fire and he was hard, he wanted nothing more than to take her home and f*ck her, but she was being disobedient and bad girls weren’t rewarded. *SMACK, SMACK, SMACK*

Each swat turned Birdie’s bottom a darker pink and she squirmed, her puss* throbbed and she could feel Owen’s penis rubbing her outer folds. She didn’t have permission to cum either, that would earn more spankings. She heard whispers of people. Had people come into the Blue Moon to watch her get a spanking?

Suddenly Owen’s hand grabbed her around her arm and stood her up and then he lifted the blindfold.

Birdie looked around her and she blushed hard. Fang, Logan, Pen stood watching and she felt suddenly embarrassed. She lowered her eyes and turned around, trembling.

Owen stood next to the chair and without saying anything, propped his foot up on the seat of the chair and before Birdie could react, he brought her across his knee, holding her and picked up the wooden paddle but instead of spanking her with it, he handed it to Fang. “This is part of the Discipline lesson, go ahead and spank her.”

Fang grinned and stood in front of Owen and brought the paddle sharply across her buttocks and Birdie whimpered a little louder than she intended as Fang continued to spank her.

Birdies bottom felt on fire and Owen held her down as Fang delivered about half a dozen more swats to her red behind. When Fang handed the paddle to Owen, Birdie was sobbing and felt a hot burning in her face.

Owen gave her a momentary break by rubbing her bottom gently, keeping one hand on her back to prevent her from getting up. He handed Logan the paddle and with a cool, calm voice told him he should spank her and tell her she’s a bad girl.

Logan flipped the paddle in his hand and brought it sharply across Birdie’s buttocks and when she whimpered too loud, he smacked her ass harder to imply she wasn’t to speak. *SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK* He handed the paddle back to Owen, not trusting himself to be able to stop because it was all too much of a turn on.

Birdie’s body shook violently, tears running down her cheeks and spilling onto the floor. Her bottom burned like wildfire and her puss* ached to find relief. She bit her lower lip to suppress moans as the heat of the spankings radiated to her crotch.
When Pen took the paddle from Owen’s hand, Birdie knew then the ultimate fear of not knowing what he’d do as he towered over her, his massive frame was shirtless, and it was at this moment she’d realized they all were.

Pen grinned that wicked grin as he brought the paddle up in the air and Birdie, in spite of bracing herself, underestimated the strength of the blow to her bare bottom. She screamed, not because he’d hurt her too much but because it was the final shred of restraint she had and her body twitched as she came hard, her wetness soaking Owen’s lap.

*SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,SMACK, SMACK, SMACK* Pen’s last swat left her bottom a dark shade of red and Owen could feel the skin turning a little rough.

Pen handed him the paddle and Owen smacked her bottom four more times for Cumming without permission and stood her up and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Are you going to obey Daddy from now on?” He wiped away her tears with the back of his left hand, his right hand ran over her hot bottom as he looked at her.

Birdie nodded, her lower lip trembling and she still felt embarrassed for Owen spanking her publicly and offering the chance to Logan, Fang and Pen. “Yes Daddy, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I’m sorry.” She burst into tears and buried her head on his shoulder.

Owen nodded to Pen and Logan who turned around to leave. Fang had left earlier and when they’d gone, Owen held Birdie in his arms his large hands rubbing her back and one rubbing her sore bottom. “All is forgiven Birdie. No more worries, okay?” He stepped back and lifted her chin with his curled left index finger. “No matter what happens, Daddy still loves you. Come on, let’s go to bed.”

Owen scooped her up and carried her outside to his house next door. No one was around this late at night, so no one saw Owen carrying his nude little Birdie home where they went upstairs, and he placed her gently on the bed.

Stripping off his clothes he lay beside her, pulling her into his arms, spooning against her. They soon fell asleep, and the next morning Owen rewarded her for acknowledging she screwed up and made love to her. He held her in his arms while she slept.
He felt as if they’d reached a new point in their relationship, and she’d learned to obey him from now on from her punishment in the Discipline Lesson.