Taming His Girl

Procrastination Leads to a Sore Bottom

A message from Jackson, "OFF. NOW.," popped up on Olivia's Facebook page. Currently, he was pestering her to get off Facebook, but it seemed like he was always on her case about something.

Jackson was a senior at Olivia's college. He was a frat boy, a star tennis player, and most importantly Olivia's bossy boyfriend. As one of the hottest boys in school, Olivia was lucky to have hit it off with him at a frat party. She walked drunkenly around with her friends, when he laid eyes on her. When Olivia ordered another drink, he walked over to the bartender, his fraternity brother, and cut her off by saying "she's had enough."

"Excuse me?! You have no right to cut me off!" she said angrily while glaring at him. Turning back to the bartender, Olivia tried again to order her mojito.

Jackson shook his head, grabbed a hold of her upper arm, and stared into her eyes. In a low commanding voice he said,"Missy," he paused to enunciate clearly, "you. are. done."

Olivia's gasped and shivered at his domineering tone. Subconsciously, she had always wanted somebody to notice her and tell her "no." She'd known for awhile that she was a submissive, and Jackson's domineering presence brought out her inner submissiveness.

Olivia just stopped and stared at him in a daze. Jackson currently had a mentor training him to become a better dominant, and, such, he picked on her subtle gasp, shiver, and dilation of her pupils in response to his command. He narrowed his eyes and gave a slight smile.

"Come on, pet. Let's get you home." Jackson commanded in a gentle voice. Olivia's body relaxed a little into his grasp.

He gathered up her friends and walked them back to their sophomore dorm. Once at her room, he grabbed her phone and called his number. He gave her a kiss on her forehead and whispered in her ear, "be a good girl for me now and go to bed. I'll check up on you in the morning."

The next morning, they began to text and pretty soon they were the talk of the campus. Everyone knew them as boyfriend/ girlfriend; they kept the Dominant /submissive aspect of their relationship private. Olivia's friends just assumed that Jackson was a sweet and overprotective boyfriend. And it was true; Jackson was extremely overprotective of his girl. However, he was many other things; Olivia would describe him as romantic, kinky, and strict yet fair. They went on dates, had some scenes, and he practiced domestic discipline with her.

Which is why Olivia froze in her seat when she saw his Facebook message in all caps. She knew she had to finish this essay, but she couldn't help it. Her university forced her to take two semesters of English. It wasn't her decision to be in this class and she hated it. It was boring. It was not fun. It was hard. Science and math came much easier to her analytical mind. Jackson didn't care, he still demanded that Olivia studied hard and received good grades.

Jackson knew Olivia as a master procrastinator, so he was not surprised when he saw her active on Facebook after he sent her to his apartment to write.

With a slight shake of his head, he let out a small chuckle as he read her reply "yes, mr. bossypants. You know what? You actually inspired my creative story. It's about this guy whose a meanie poop. No, he's literally a piece of poop."

He quickly replied with: "I sincerely hope that you've already started, little lady. And are writing about a much better plot, babe."

His teammate Rob inquired, "what's funny man?"

"Just Olivia up to her usual antiques. I've been trying to get her to work on an assignment for her creative writing class for weeks now. I found out today that she still hasn't started, but of course she just reassures me that she still has a week. Like it's no big deal to write seven pages. Don't know what I'm going to do with that girl" Jackson replied.