verbal and physical reactions. She’s gasping immediately but I know the pain is not very bad. I work slowly, giving her time to mentally adjust to the sensations. When her skin has turned to a nice shade of light pink I stop for a moment and I take my hands from her. The absence of contact makes Rachel squirm. I like watching her move.
“I’m going to spank you hard now,” I say. “Try to be strong, all right?”
She whimpers a little and whispers, “I’ll try.”
I grip her waist firmly with my left hand and raise my right hand in the air, holding it there to allow her anticipation to grow. She tenses her buttocks, then relaxes, and before she can clench again I start to spank fast.
“Oh! Oh!” she’s saying, over and over while I spank her. I can tell she’s trying hard to hold still and be good but her legs are kicking the air and I pause, worried she might try to block me with her hands.
“Rachel, keep your hands on the floor please,” I say. I wait until she’s got her hands planted on the floor before beginning again.
Her behind is brighter pink now and I start concentrating on various areas, spanking her in the same place over and over. The flesh where her bottom meets her thighs is her most sensitive skin and the one that will hurt the most when she sits down for the rest of the day. And perhaps tomorrow.
“Please, David! It’s too much!” she finally wails and I stop immediately and wait for her to catch her breath.
“Too much?” I ask.
“It hurts,” she whimpers.
“Is it supposed to feel good?”
A pause. A long pause. “No.”
“Just a little bit more, all right? Then you’ll get a break.”
She whines a little but I ignore it. I spank her firmly, just twenty more slaps, and then I help her up off my lap and get up to embrace her.
“You did very well, sweetie.”
She sniffles into my shirt and I stroke her back until she calms down. Then I lead her to the corner.
“I’ll be back in a bit. Keep your arms at your sides, all right?”
She gives me a sad, forlorn nod and I leave her alone in the corner to think.
Her corner time also gives me time to think. I want to give her a small lesson for the way she’s been treating Aria, but I can’t violate Aria’s trust by telling Rachel that her secretary sees me for regular discipline. And, to be fair, it could be that Aria is really a terrible employee. After all, Aria only tells me her side. I need to trust that Rachel is a smart woman making good decisions.
After about ten minutes I head back to the discipline room. She jumps a little when I close the door.
“All right,” I say. “You can turn around now. Come here.”
She walks to me slowly and keeps her eyes to the floor. When she’s right in front of me I grasp her shoulders. “Look at me.”
She raises her head and swallows audibly as our eyes meet.
“Give me the name of one person in your life who you’ve treated poorly in the last week or two,” I say. It’s a challenge.
“Um… I don’t know. I’ve been trying to be nice to everyone.”
“Trying isn’t the same as doing. Give me a name.”
“I guess… my mother. I’ve been ignoring her calls.”
I frown. Not what I was going for. Discipline for the way she treats Aria will have to wait. “Why do you ignore her calls?”
“Because she’s constantly nagging me about my life and not being married and she keeps saying how much she wants grandchildren and that I work too hard and don’t travel to see her enough and she’s just a pain to talk with.” Rachel says this fast without pausing for a breath, then sniffles a little and looks down to her feet.
I raise my eyebrows and sigh. The thing about asking a woman what she should be punished for is that she’ll tell you the thing she feels most bad about. Rachel doesn’t feel bad about treating Aria poorly because to Rachel, it just isn’t an issue. One of the many things that will change when we move toward a long-term arrangement.
“Go
“I’m going to spank you hard now,” I say. “Try to be strong, all right?”
She whimpers a little and whispers, “I’ll try.”
I grip her waist firmly with my left hand and raise my right hand in the air, holding it there to allow her anticipation to grow. She tenses her buttocks, then relaxes, and before she can clench again I start to spank fast.
“Oh! Oh!” she’s saying, over and over while I spank her. I can tell she’s trying hard to hold still and be good but her legs are kicking the air and I pause, worried she might try to block me with her hands.
“Rachel, keep your hands on the floor please,” I say. I wait until she’s got her hands planted on the floor before beginning again.
Her behind is brighter pink now and I start concentrating on various areas, spanking her in the same place over and over. The flesh where her bottom meets her thighs is her most sensitive skin and the one that will hurt the most when she sits down for the rest of the day. And perhaps tomorrow.
“Please, David! It’s too much!” she finally wails and I stop immediately and wait for her to catch her breath.
“Too much?” I ask.
“It hurts,” she whimpers.
“Is it supposed to feel good?”
A pause. A long pause. “No.”
“Just a little bit more, all right? Then you’ll get a break.”
She whines a little but I ignore it. I spank her firmly, just twenty more slaps, and then I help her up off my lap and get up to embrace her.
“You did very well, sweetie.”
She sniffles into my shirt and I stroke her back until she calms down. Then I lead her to the corner.
“I’ll be back in a bit. Keep your arms at your sides, all right?”
She gives me a sad, forlorn nod and I leave her alone in the corner to think.
Her corner time also gives me time to think. I want to give her a small lesson for the way she’s been treating Aria, but I can’t violate Aria’s trust by telling Rachel that her secretary sees me for regular discipline. And, to be fair, it could be that Aria is really a terrible employee. After all, Aria only tells me her side. I need to trust that Rachel is a smart woman making good decisions.
After about ten minutes I head back to the discipline room. She jumps a little when I close the door.
“All right,” I say. “You can turn around now. Come here.”
She walks to me slowly and keeps her eyes to the floor. When she’s right in front of me I grasp her shoulders. “Look at me.”
She raises her head and swallows audibly as our eyes meet.
“Give me the name of one person in your life who you’ve treated poorly in the last week or two,” I say. It’s a challenge.
“Um… I don’t know. I’ve been trying to be nice to everyone.”
“Trying isn’t the same as doing. Give me a name.”
“I guess… my mother. I’ve been ignoring her calls.”
I frown. Not what I was going for. Discipline for the way she treats Aria will have to wait. “Why do you ignore her calls?”
“Because she’s constantly nagging me about my life and not being married and she keeps saying how much she wants grandchildren and that I work too hard and don’t travel to see her enough and she’s just a pain to talk with.” Rachel says this fast without pausing for a breath, then sniffles a little and looks down to her feet.
I raise my eyebrows and sigh. The thing about asking a woman what she should be punished for is that she’ll tell you the thing she feels most bad about. Rachel doesn’t feel bad about treating Aria poorly because to Rachel, it just isn’t an issue. One of the many things that will change when we move toward a long-term arrangement.
“Go
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