From Big Boss to Big Baby…

This blog is well overdue for a little erotica, a little storytelling time from my Domina days, before I became a full-on spoiled Princess phone sex Goddess.  Yes, I’m sure you’re all eager to be cucked over by my sexy birthday experience, but that will have to wait, because today I have something from a couple years back on my mind.

When I was an independent, this one older gentleman used to follow me around like a lovesick puppy, stealing away from work to spend a couple hours a day watching my ass in a tight little dress two steps up on the escalator.  His official job was “bag carrier,” and despite his rather subservient position to me, he still felt and acted like the big Boss when we went out shopping.  Obviously, the little bitch had to be put in his place.

A few of his misdemeanors against the Law of Callie:

1. Acting like I wasn’t practically born walking in heels.  Whenever I would step off the curb, or get up from trying on a new pair of shoes, he would be there to take my elbow.  Sure, this gesture might seem cute to a new little romantic couple, but it was just his way of asserting some physical superiority, like I needed to be helped all the time.  I could run a marathon in stilettos, so PLEASE.

2.  At the check-out counter, he liked to act like he was doing me a big favor, as a little show for the salesgirls, when he’d been the one calling me three hours previous BEGGING to spend the afternoon with me.  I’d always roll my eyes at the salesgirls, universal bitch code for “This loser’s only good for one thing, obviously.”

3. He would kiss my perfect neck to make people think that we were ‘together,’ as though it weren’t blazingly obvious that I would only have a sub – mean Mistress relationship with this man.

So one day we were at Nordstrom’s, and I was showing off this tiny electric blue dress that made my figure look DI-VINE right outside the dressing room, in a pair of black stilettos with an ankle strap, and Mr. Bossman creeped up behind me, kissed my neck and said very loudly, “Oh honey, you just have to wear that to our anniversary dinner.”  AHEM.  I’d had enough.  I swirled around right there in front of the handful of girls checking their asses in the mirror and got his balls in a vicegrip.
“The anniversary dinner?  The one with your wife in a couple weeks?”
I squeezed a little tighter as his face burned red, digging my manicured nails deep into his scrotum through his pants.  The women in the fitting area were trying not to stare, but a couple had even poked their heads out from the individual rooms to get a look at what was going down.
“Yes,” he moaned, getting up to his tiptoes.
“Let me hear you say it,” I said.
“But-”
“LET ME HEAR YOU SAY IT.”  I squeezed so hard I thought his balls might just pop off in my hand.
“The anniversary dinner… with my wife.”
“That’s right, you big fucking baby, now get over here.”  I released him and before he could even catch his breath, dragged him by his belt into one of the dressing rooms, and began undoing it, without even shutting the door all the way.  I could hear the shuffle of feet right oustide the door, ladies trying to eavesdrop in without being too obvious.
He held his groin as I slipped the leather belt through the loops before jerking him closer to me.  I sat down on the little bench in the dressing room and shouted,
“If you’re going to act like a big baby in public, you’re going to be punished like one.  Get over my knee.”
“What?” he stammered.
I jerked him down over my lap, his pathetic ass in the air.  Who’s the weak one now, hmm?  He could barely move, he was so stunned I was humiliating him this publicly– well, he did try to get up, but I had a fistful of his hair in my hand and I was yanking it down to the ground.  He wasn’t going anywhere.
At this point I could actually see a couple young female faces peering in, but I figured, you know what, if this is what it takes to break the bastard from his little I’m-in-charge-here act, so be it!  I wrestled his pants down so that only his white boxers were covering his ass, and doubled over the belt in my hand.
*CRACK* I brought the belt down hard across his the boxers and he yelped and jerked back.  Mmm, what a satisfying sound, echoing around the dressing room… but even better was the sound when I pulled his boxers down, too, revealing an already red ass just begging for a beating.
I strapped his bare ass for a good extra few minutes before switching to my hand for the final humiliation.  An over the knee spanking by a sexy young girl in a VERY public setting…. he wanted to die, having never dabbled in spanking fetish before.  I left hand print after hand print until my own palms were going red (though we Dommes have a little trick to keep the spanking from hurting US as much as it hurts YOU), and he wasn’t resisting anymore, just flinching with each and every *SMACK*.
When I thought he’d learned his lesson, with a few extra spanks for good measure, I let him stand up, boxers covering his cock but his ass still bare.
“Go out until the hall and look at what you earned yourself.”
He shuffled out while women disappeared into the dressing rooms giggling, and turned in front of the long mirror to examine his welting ass.  He rubbed it tenderly, wincing.  I couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Pull up your pants, Big Baby, and let’s go check out.”  He did as he was told.  “And to answer your question, yes, this dress is going to look excellent on YOUR anniversary– I’m sure my boyfriend is going to enjoy getting me out of it very much, while you’re out treating your wife to the best dinner she’s ever had.”
At the counter he held his head in shame, blushing bright red as the salesgirl said, “You and your daughter have a great day now!”
A great day indeed….