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boredzillenial · 9 months

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Attitude Adjustment

A friend of your fathers pays you an unexpected visit you aren’t likely to forget.

Themes: dbf!william, mentions of alcoholism, dub-con, mainly brat taming by any means necessary (spanking, slapping, fingering,etc)

Word Count: 3,012

Authors note: proof read on a phone lol, If peeps like this I’ll make a continuation!!

You were aware of Williams existence in the way that most people assume their parents have friends. You knew they served together overseas, and the many nights your father spent drunkly watching trash tv told you it most likely was not a pleasant tour of duty. You also knew like clockwork growing up that you could sneak out with a couple of shots in your belly and see your friends most nights.

You grew up rough, and without a mother and a constantly drunken father you grew up with a mouth like a sailor and the attitude of a grown man. After some time apart from him and a bit of therapy you’d just started to get “better” but there was a deep anger and attitude toward your father you just hadn’t managed to shake. So you were surprised that out of the blue your father had arranged to meet you in Vegas for some “quality time”, but that he had not arrived at the hotel yet and it had been several hours.

Finally you heard a knock at your door, but when you make your way over and look through the peephole you see a vaguely familiar face. “William?” You say confused as you open the door.

“Hey, sorry I’m surprised you remembered.” He puts on a forced smile.

You furrow your brow and cock your head to the side, “Is there a reason you’re at my door?” You ask bluntly.

“Ah, there it is.” He smiles a bit more honestly and looks you in your eyes when he asks “Mind if I come in?”

“A bit,” you say as you begin to close the door, starting to get annoyed by his presence. As you go to shut it there is a firm stop and you see his knuckles around the edge of the door.

He pushes, gently but firmly and steps inside, closing the door behind him. “Your father asked me to come talk to you.” He said as walks further in and sat his bags down on the desk near the bed.

“Oh you’re making yourself comfortable, great.” You say and toss your hands a bit, walking over and sitting on the armchair. “Well alright let’s get it over with.” You cross your arms.

He opens a bag and pulls out a white sheet, neatly and methodically tucking it over the bedding then sitting down on it and matching your stance as he crosses his thick forearms.

“What’s with the sheet?” You nod at it.

“We’ll get to that -“

“What’s he want you to talk to me about?” You say curtly.

He laughs and looks down at the floor “We’ll get to that too. If you don’t interrupt” he raises a brow and looks up at you.” You put your hands up in a gesture of peace and sink further in the chair. “Well, when was the last time you really spoke with him.”

“It’s been a few years, I’m sure he’s told you all about it.” You say very matter of factly. “Then emailed me with plane tickets and a booking reservation for this place out of the blue.”

“He has -“ he nodded “he told me you’re very angry, and bitter.” He stares at you waiting for your response.

You chuckle “That’s one way to put it.”

“He also told me, that he knows he fucked up -” He leans forward, putting his forearms on his knees to stare directly into your eyes “Look I’ve known him for a long time. And I know when last we spoke, the fear in his eyes was real.” He strained.

“Fear?” You questioned.

“Fear of losing you. Fear that you’ll hate him forever. That you’ll walk around with this bad attitude and a chip on your shoulder for the rest of your life.” He clenched his jaw.

Your heartbeat sped up at his directness “Ah so he had you come down here for what, a quick therapy session hmm? Some sort of fucked up come-to-Jesus meeting?!” You stand as your anger builds at the audacity. “You know what you can leave, I’m not doing this.” You move to walk towards the door and his arm shoots out across your shoulders stopping you in your tracks.

“Stay, please” his voice strained as if he was struggling to remain pleasant. The shear intensity of his eyes, the set of his jaw, you back up quickly and sit back in the chair. He lets out a low sigh and pinches his brow. “Alright look, your father didn’t actually set any of this up or send me. I… I did. I decided to come talk with you after I saw him a week or so ago.”

You raise a brow, “So what is this exactly. What’s your goal here.” You lean forward in the chair, “Did you think you could just force yourself into my hotel room and make me forgive him? That one short conversation would fix years of issues?!” Your voice began to raise as the pain from the past began welling up.

He watched silently as you continued, his deep brown eyes softening a bit. “You really think you can fix any of what he’s done? Or the years of shit he didn’t do?” Tears well up in your eyes as the anger sends your heart thundering in your chest. He kneels down in front of your chair and puts his hands on your knees in an attempt to steady you. You look away from him, anger building now at the look of pity in his eyes.

He grabs your chin gently and turns your head to face him. He looks deeply in your eyes as he says “I can never make it right. I can never prevent that pain from happening or apologize for him.” You shake your head out of his grasp and scowl as hot tears fall down your face. He sighs and continues, “But what I would like to do is help you release. Help you learn to let go so you can live without anger eating you up inside.” You move to stand he places a hand on your chest to stop you. Something shift in his eyes at your attempt “I’m gonna help you whether you like it or not.” He growls.

“Who the fuck do you think you are.” You growl in return and grab his wrist to move his hand but it doesn’t budge.

He smirks “I’m so glad you asked.” He backs up and stands. “I’m the one whose gonna fix that attitude. And I’ve got a few ways to do it.” He takes a step back and reaches into his bag. He pulls out rope, a paddle, and of all things a vibrator.

You freeze and look at the items he’s laid methodically on the bed. “You can’t be fucking serious…” you say breathlessly as you stare at the vibrator and feel the heat in your body rising.

“Oh I’m dead serious.” He smirks “You’ll learn to let go one way or another… So, if you don’t talk with me. We’ll have to resort to my alternative methods.” He looks down at his tools with a smirk for a moment, and you take that moment to bolt for the door. You hear him let out a grunt and his footsteps thud as he quickly wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up. You kick like crazy and go to scream before he throws you on the bed and clamps a hand over your mouth. “None of that.” He glares “I do have a gag, don’t make me use it…”

You freeze, the look in his eyes deadly serious as he keeps his hand clamped over your mouth. “Now, I think for that little stunt you’ve already earned a little something… Have you ever been spanked before?” He says softly. Fear spreads across your face as you shake your head slowly. “Of course you haven’t.” He scoffs.

“I’m gonna sit on the bed and you’re gonna bend over my lap. Do not try to scream or run again or things are gonna get a lot more difficult for you. Understood?” He nearly growls just inches from your face. You nod slowly and he releases the grip from around your mouth. He stands, looking you over for a moment before nodding and sitting beside you on the bed. “Come on.” He pats his lap.

You remain where you are as you look at him. Processing whether he really meant what he said when he threatened things would get worse if you run. The smirk on his face told you everything you needed to know. You took a deep breath to steady yourself and shimmied off the bed. You stood and adjusted your clothes for a moment as you looked down at him. His eyebrow raised in challenge, almost daring you to try to make a run for it again. You take a deep breath and go to take a step but everything is screaming inside of you to run for the door.

“Here…” he pats his lap again staring you down. You don’t move, your heart thunders in your chest as your eyes lock on his lap. “Now!” His order jolted you out of your momentary trance. You grit your teeth and awkwardly lean across his lap, unsure in your movements. You let out a sigh as you settle across his lap. “Was that so hard?” He said, the softness of his voice contrasting the shout from before. “You’re gonna count -“

“How many -“ you begin to ask then SMACK, his hand comes down on your rear, the soft pj pants doing nothing to protect you from the sting. Tears well up and you bite your fist to stop from crying out.

“Stop. Interrupting… You’re gonna count after every one. I’ll stop when I say we’re done. Now, because of your interruption you lose these.” He yanks your pj pants down to your knees. Exposing the fresh sting to the cold hotel air. You squeeze your eyes shut as you realize what he’s seeing. “Going commando huh?” He chuckles. “That’s make this much more interesting…” he SMACKS your other cheek, this time you can’t stop the yelp that jumps out of your throat.

“Two.” You whimper.

“Oh no, that first one was just for me. This is one and this -“ he smack again “is two.” You curl over his lap and can’t help but wiggle as the sting sets in. You feel a firm hand run up your back over your shirt. Fingers intertwine with the hair at the nape of your neck and your head is pulled back so you are looking at him. “Don’t. Struggle…” he moves your head back down to focus on the pattern in the hotel carpet as he continues to deal out your punishment. You manage to count to 8 before tears are falling steadily and you could feel wetness gathering at your core.

He tuts and gently runs his hand over the raised handprints on your rear and you lurch away and yell at the radiating pain. “Shhh shhh. These stung but they won’t bruise. You’ll be sore for about 24 hours and you’ll be fine.” He says softly as he moves his hand to run up and down your back. You can feel him lean to inspect his work. “Oh.” You hear the surprise in his voice. He moves his hand from your back to your rear and pulls you apart “would you look at that.” He chuckles as you feel a finger run up your slick center. You gasp and look back at him in panic.

“Stay.” He says curtly as his fingers continue to explore. He swirls gently through your folds and down to your clit which drew out a groan and your legs flexed to try and close. He spanked your ass again and you winced “Stay…” his voice grew darker and you could feel the tightening of his pants against your stomach as he swirled around that bundle of nerves again. Another groan rumbles in your chest as he works and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Good, just breathe.” He said softly as he moved up toward your slick opening. He sunk a finger deep inside causing you to gasp. “Shhh just breathe”. He cooed as his other hand rubbed your back. Your face grew hot and you felt confusion and shame bubble up as he worked his finger in and out of you slowly. He leaned toward your ear. “I think you’re ready for a couple more”. He said as he pulled his hand back then sunk three fingers deep into you.

You grit your teeth and whimper as he stretched you deliciously with his fingers. “You’re doing so well.” He praised as he continued as he shifted again to look at his working hand. “So tight-“ he rasped and that prodding at your stomach grew firmer as he adjusted his legs slightly. “I wanna feel you come on my hand.”

You crossed your arms and did your best to bury your face in your arms as he continues to pump his dexterous fingers into you. “P-please.” You stammer as your feelings conflicted between pleasure and shame.

“Please what,” he slowed down “what do you need.” He leaned back towards your face.

“I can’t… like this…” You weren’t sure how to explain to him you needed more attention at that bundle of nerves in order to meet his request.

“Ah I see. Stand up”. He pulled his fingers out of you and helped you stand. You tried to pull the hem of your shirt down as you stood with your lower half exposed infront of him. “You won’t need that”. He pulls and your top and sports bra come off in one swift motion. He took a moment to almost lean back as he took your naked form in. “Goddamnit” he sighed with a smirk. “Get on the bed.”

You moved quickly and winced as you sat down on the soft mattress and snapped your legs shut. His smirk remained as he shook his head. “Open, or I’ll do it for you…” he leaned toward you. Instinctively you attempt shimmy backward and wince again at the friction against your tender rear. He quickly grabs your ankles and yanks you to the edge of the bed. It feels as if it takes him very little of his strength to pry your knees apart, exposing your slick core to him.

You felt fear rise at the excitement in his eyes. He pulled you forward again so your ass was at the edge of the bed as he knelt down. You looked down at him as his eyes darkened and he lunged forward.

The heat of his tongue split you open and sent you reeling. You weren’t sure how he’d start but diving his tongue as deep as he could while nuzzling your clit with his nose what not what you expected. You arched and clung to the tight white sheet he put down as he continued.

Then as suddenly as he started he stopped. He looked up at you with a devilish grin as he wiped his face. “Couldn’t help it.” He chuckled as he adjusted so he was laying beside you. He ran his hand across your chest then up to your throat, gripping it firmly as he forced you to look into his eyes. “Your eyes stay right here. Understood?” He growled.

You gulped and nodded. His hand released from your throat and trailed down to your body. His eyes bore into yours as his fingers curled inside of you. First one, then another, finally stopping with three. You gasped and arched against him, his arm and fingers like steel as he continued keeping you in place. He began to slowly pump in and out of you. The addition of his thumb on your clit sent you reeling as you bit your lip and fought to keep your eyes open. “That’s right, eyes on me.” He rasped, a blush creeping his own face as his breathing became uneven.

He kept his eyes on yours as he adjusted to kneel on the bed beside you. He worked his fingers harder and began to play with your chest. Eliciting another groan as he grazed his other thumb over your sensitive peaks. This time you couldn’t help but to close your eyes to enjoy the sensations he was pulling from you. As you felt pleasure building you felt a stinging slap across your cheek and that firm grip around your throat. Your eyes shot open as he was leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “Eyes. On. Me.” He punctuated each word with a firm thrust of his fingers and your hips bucked in response.

“Y-yes…” you groan, your mind swimming with the tension that threatened to snap you in two.

He picked up to a punishing pace as he continued to stare you down. When you came you did so hard enough to nearly headbut him as you arched and writhed. But he kept his pace, his grip on your throat, and the press of his head against yours steady. Anchoring you in place. “Good, good girl. Let go, I’ve got you.” He encouraged as you rode wave after wave of pleasure. His pace slowed as you began to jump instead of writhe due to your oversensitive clit.

He pulled back and pulled his hand free from you. You and he both breathless and sweaty as he licked his fingers clean. Heat rose in you as you watched him close his eyes and hum at the taste of you on his hand. As he finished he looked back down at you with a smirk. “That was a good first step.” He chuckled.

“First step?” You questioned softly.

“Oh honey, this is gonna be a long night with many steps.” He chuckled, undoing his belt as you hear a loud zip.

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