A She's on Top excerpt: "By a Firm Hand" by Debra Hyde

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From "By a Firm Hand" by Debra Hyde in She's on Top: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance and Male Submission.

The reward came in the form of clanging pots and pans. Robert was, finally, getting to the scrubbing part of his punishment.

Serves him right, she thought. That'll teach him.

It wasn't his masturbation that she was punishing. No, not at all. Judith understood the male drive and its neediness and how the convergence of such things would result in a man taking his dick in hand. She accepted how orgasm brings relief. What Judith could not tolerate was Robert's messiness and, even worse, his lack of respect for her possessions. That he left his dirty magazines lying about—on their marital bed, no less—irked her, but what really raised her ire was the pair of soiled panties she'd found there.

They were emerald green, soft and silky, and had cost her good money. She had found them amid the mess of his magazines, stiff with his jizz. He had taken these panties, a delicacy he had begged for, and then paraded about in them like a prancing mummer, and had coarsely used and discarded them. He had treated her expensive gift as if they were little more than a catcher's mitt, and he had done so with absolutely no regard or respect for her. He hadn't even had the common decency to tidy up after himself.

But that, Judith reminded herself, is why she ruled over him. Robert needed it, badly, too. Somehow, his need to be directed and controlled was deeply embedded, acquired perhaps at his mother's feet and over her knees in his little boyhood, then long sublimated only to blossom during adulthood as an erotic peculiarity—a peculiarity that made for her pleasure.