Sent to the bedroom

I closed the bedroom door firmly behind me: “I thought I told you to face the wall with your hands on your head?”

She started to mumble an explanation, but I interrupted: “No excuses. I shall punish you for your disobedience, after I’ve dealt with the issue we were due to address.”

Soon, she was over my knee, skirt lifted, the spanking far harder than she would ever have expected the first time I punished her. I talked softly but firmly, expressing my disappointment in her.

I pulled down her knickers, baring her; tears fell as the punishment continued – bottom, thighs, bright red now. No pause for breath; no mercy; this was deserved.

Afterwards I bade her hand me a cane and bend over the end of the bed: “And now you need to learn the consequences of not following instructions.” Six strokes, hard, marking her, making her howl. And then a hug, holding her tight, the events that had caused her to be punished now forgiven if not yet entirely forgotten.

I like my dreams sometimes…