Should know better

Olivia should know better..

..than to observe on the final evening that she wouldn’t have bruises to show for two nights of play with me.

Because on the first night she’d been forced to her knees and used as soon as we got inside our suite. Had been stripped naked, roughly, and taken onto the outside balcony and abused until she screamed her satisfaction loudly into the still early evening silence. Had been dragged into the bedroom and used, before I’d‎ even removed my suit.

Because, before bed, a very hard hand spanking had hurt but not marked.

Because on the second evening, daddy had returned to the apartment early from work, having been called by the school with news that his daughter had been suspended for the day.‎ And taking his belt to young Emily had been the right thing to do. Hard, but not damaging.

And so her comment was fair. But ill-judged.

A hard tawsing followed. But not as hard as the twelve strokes I then made her count, bent across the dining table. Until she was a broken little girl.

Not as hard as the whipping I gave her on the morning of our departure as she lay face down on the bed, her white knickers in her mouth to muffle her cries. Broken, again.

Not as hard as the six ferocious strokes I applied to the fronts of her thighs when she emerged from the shower. Pushing her to her limits, and nearly beyond.

Should know better… than to think I wouldn’t take the hint, and deal with her in the necessary style! Such fun!