She crab-crawls across the bed.“I promise.I’m still a virgin.I’ve been good.”
I grab her ankle and tug her until she falls onto her back, which makes it easier to drag her across the bed.“On your hands and knees, Madison, now.”
She pouts, her bottom lip so fucking cute all pushed out.“But, Sir…”
“Now.”I slide off the bed and head for the closet to pull out my toy bag.When I return, she’s in the required position.
“Sir, I?—”
I cut her off.“No more excuses.You know the rules.I told you if I caught you wearing a skirt that short again, I would paddle you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.Let’s see if you’re willing to wear skirts that barely cover your panties after I make the backs of your thighs so red and hot that the other kids will make fun of you.Everyone will know you needed firm discipline.”
“But…” She lowers her face, chagrined.
I pull a paddle out of my bag and hold it up.“Is this what you need, naughty girl?”
She gives a fake gasp.“Sir, that will hurt.”
“Yes.That’s the goal.If it didn’t hurt, it wouldn’t be a deterrent.Apparently, I haven’t been strict enough with you.Maybe this will help you learn.”I point toward the headboard.“Lower to your elbows with your wrists close to the slats.”
I grab some soft rope from the bag next, pleased that she obeyed me as I position myself near her hands and proceed to bind her wrists to each other and then to one of the slats in the headboard.
She whimpers, and it’s not part of the scene.
I kiss her temple and speak to her in my normal voice.“How does that feel, Madison?”
“Good, Sir.”Her breathing is ragged.She’s turned on.
I grab two pillows and tuck them under her tummy.“I want your ass in the air, knees parted.”
She spreads her legs.
“Good girl.”I rub her bottom, which is only a tiny bit pink from last night.“Is your pussy wet, Madison?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I switch my voice back to the authoritative one she associates with her naughty schoolgirl routine.“I expect you to count, naughty girl.Ten hard swats with the paddle.If you try to avoid contact, I will start over, so you better stay still.”
“Yes, Sir.”I love the shudder that wracks her body.
I decide not to spank her first to warm her up.Instead, I lift the paddle and give her bottom a firm swat—not so hard that she’ll want to murder me in my sleep, but hard enough to get her attention.
She gasps and sways forward.“Oh.”
I rub the spot I swatted.“Yes,oh.Not quite the same as my palm, is it?”I’m testing her a bit.She thinks she wants more intense impact play, and maybe she does.There’s only one way to find out.
She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder.She’s grinning as she speaks in her normal voice.“I like it.”
I chuckle.“Why am I not surprised?Nine more?”
“Yes, Sir.”
We have an odd dynamic here.She’s submitting to me at all times, but we’re also weaving in and out of a make-believe scene.Her submission is not pretend.Her naughty schoolgirl act is.But the two keep crossing seamlessly, to my surprise.
Her voice lifts an octave.“Please, Sir.It’s too much.I’ll be so embarrassed at school.”
“You should have thought of that before you broke my rules again.”I raise the paddle and strike her again.“Count, naughty girl.”
“Two, Sir.”
