"You're not wearing that." His voice came from behind me. I looked at him through the mirror before glancing at the dress.
It outlined my figure, showed just enough cleavage and might be a bit see through. But there's nothing wrong with that...right?
"But I like this dress." I looked down at the beautiful black dress. "Don't I look pretty?"
"You look beautiful, but you're not wearing that to the party." He walked past me and into the bathroom. I followed him with my eyes.
"Why not?" I questioned before I could stop myself.
He looked over at me with a stern look across his face. "Because I said so."
"But why?" I whined, lightly stomping my shoeless foot. "I have nothing else to wear."
"Stop arguing and do as I say." He replied, walking out of the bathroom after fixing his hair in the mirror.
I remained rooted in my spot. I didn't want to change. I liked this dress.
And maybe I liked pushing his buttons.
He froze in his steps when he realized I wasn't moving. His eyes were dark as he stared at me. "Go. Get. Changed."
"I. Don't. Wanna." I narrowed my eyes in return.
"You're gonna." He stepped closer, still an arms length away but close enough that I can feel the anger radiating off him.
"No." I crossed my arms.
His hand went into my hair and yanked my head back so I could look up at him. "Tell me 'no' again and watch what happens."
I stayed silent but continued to glare.
"Watch your attitude because I have no problem fixing it." He warned, tightening his hand in my hair.
"What attitude?" I raised my eyebrows sarcastically.
I watched him take a breath, seemingly trying to calm himself down. He closed his eyes for a moment and I looked down. The grip in my hair was starting to hurt but it seemed I didn't have to worry for long because he let go of my hair and instead gripped my neck.
He pulled my face closer to his and my eyes snapped up. "You're really trying to make me punish you, aren't you? Lucky for you, brat, I love to put you in your place."
He shoved me towards the bed until my body laid back. He quickly flipped me over and my face pressed into the sheets. I felt the cold air on my ass as he flipped up my dress and a sharp, hard smack landed on one cheek.
I cried out as the stinging sensation spread throughout my behind.
"Ow!" I shouted, putting my arms behind me to sooth away the sting but he grabbed my arms and pinned them to my lower back.
"You've been a little brat all day. What is it, hmm?" His rough hand left another spank on the other cheek.
"I just wanna wear the damn dress!" I argued back, still pissed off for no apparent reason.
Well, there was a reason. This morning I just couldn't get off. I tried in bed, in the shower, on the couch.
