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Get your own Free Home PageI was impressed by her speech and gently assisted her to lie across my lap. I waited to see if she had anything more to say and although she flinched a little when I ran my hand over the beautiful smooth surface in front of me she kept her silence. It seemed she finally agreed that the time for talking was over and I gave her the first real taste of my hand coming down hard. Her newfound silence lasted about 20 slaps. Then the quiet ouches and whimpers started. By the time I had her ass nice and red she was crying but never the less, I gave her a few more for good measure.
I complimented her on not asking me to stop and through her tears she said, "Would it have done me any good?" I smiled to myself and answered that on the contrary it would have gotten her a longer dose. She mumbled, "I thought as much." She gave a little cry when I said, "Maintain that attitude since I'm not done yet. Alicia got 16 strokes with the paddle and you are only going to get ten. To make up for the difference I think you need to feel your allottment on a backside that has gone through a thorough preparation but look on the bright side, I won't make you ask for the extra attention." So saying, I began striking again and cries and tears flowed immediately.
When I stopped I gave her a short break so she could have time to appreciate the results of phase one and compose herself. While I was waiting I rubbed her bottom. She jerked at my touch at first then lay relatively quietly as my hand freely stroked the warm surface. Her legs were parted enough for me to let my fingers stray lower. A quiet groan escaped her lips as I discovered her arousal. No words were spoken but her legs opened wider in invitation for two fingers to be inserted. Another groan as I removed them but it was time for the paddle and I told her so. She groaned a little but said nothing until I gave her another five swats with my hand then between sniffles she murmured, "Please spank me with the paddle Sir."
I told her Alicia counts each one and I expected no less from her. She nodded and a few seconds later cried out, "OW! ONE!" A short wait and she indicated receipt of the second one. I applied the paddle 8 more times and lucky for her, got the proper response for each one although the last few were slow in coming and seemed to be a strain.
She was crying steadily and it took a few minutes for her to regain control and ask for the strap. This particular instrument is my favorite so I try to make sure my target appreciates it also. Each stroke is applied with a snap of the wrist and I give the recipient a good minute to fully experience all the sensations it imparts to the fullest and, of course, acknowledge the count before the next one arrives.
She really jumped at the first one but after that initial response, settled back, counted and waited for the next. She endured three before she lifted her hands and tried to reach her bottom. With her hands tied the task was impossible but without them supporting her she fell forward and I had to hold on tight to keep her from sliding off and hitting her head. I asked if she was glad I had bound her hands since it would have cost her an extra two strokes if she had succeeded in her attempt. Words were a struggle so it took a few seconds to answer, "Yes, thank you. That was number three."
As I raised the strap for the next stroke she spoke again, "Wait please, I want to say something." I lowered my arm and said, "Speak but make it quick." She sniffled again and surprisingly said, "I was unable to cover myself but never the less I disobeyed you when I tried. I think that's worth half the normal penalty. Would you give me one extra Sir."
I told her to continue counting and struck the fourth blow. After two more she gasped out "Six!" I waited till she regained control and told her she had one more coming. She said, "Wait! I've changed my mind and don't want another one. Please stop now." I calmly said, "No." and brought the strap down again. She screeched and shouted, "SEVEN!" and then after a few seconds of unintelligible sobbing added, "Thank you."
That's when I said, "Just before your little speech you asked me if you had to request me to give you the hand spanking. If I remember correctly, I quite clearly said she had to ask for her spanking and then ask for each separate implement. It seems you forgot that but let's see if you remember what I said would be the penalty if I had to repeat any part of the instructions." She cried even harder before she acknowledged my decree of an extra stroke with the strap. Then she really cried out when it was delivered.
I put the strap down and let her cry for a while before I let her up. I had to help her to her feet and in the process let my fingers stray between her legs where I found the same wetness I had hoped for. She moaned sweetly and asked if her hands could be freed. I shook my head and sent her back to her corner. She had tears in her eyes and I wasn't sure if they were from the pain or frustration as she put her hands on her head, opened her legs and shamelessly asked, "Please touch me there again." I refused and with a swat from me and a yelp from her, she went to her assigned post.
I waited for the crying to die down and gave her another five minutes before I called her back to the chair. She stood in front of me and said, "I know you said you don't require it but I would like to say it anyway." She took a deep breath and continued, "Thank you for giving me the spanking I needed." I said, "You're welcome but we're not done yet. Wasn't there something you were supposed to remind me of?"
Her eyes opened wide and she said, "Oh, NO! You can't be serious." I replied that I was and she hung her head as she quietly spoke, "I was supposed to remind you to give me extra punishment for my arrogant attitude but please, no more. I couldn't take another swat. I'm sorry for the way I acted. I'll come back another day and will submit to double whatever extra punishment you think I need, I promise but please no more today. Oh NO, PLEASE!!"
The last plea was in response to my silent grasping of her hands and guiding her down. In spite of her vocal objections she allowed herself to be placed across my lap again, apparently resigned to more suffering but I had a surprise for her. She had not noticed the bottle of lotion at my side and jumped a little when my hand made contact but soon realized what I was up to and groaned in satisfaction as I gently rubbed the ointment onto her sore skin. By the time I was ready to move on to other things my rubbing had gone from soothing to outright sexual in nature. My fingers were stroking and probing her to the delight of us both and except for a slight tensing when I placed my thumb in her other hole she was now thoroughly enjoying its continual in and out activity as much as what my other fingers were doing.
She finally spoke up tentatively, "Is this my extra punishment?" I felt her tense up a little when I answered, "No." However, she made no move to get up and gradually relaxed as I kept my fingers busy and explained, "For your extra punishment you are sentenced to be tied to the bed and be impaled repeatedly until you've learned your lesson." She turned her head towards me and smiled as I ended with, "And I will do the impaling."
She scrambled off my lap and said, "Lead the way. Tie me and rape me to your heart content."
The smile on her face gave lie to her comment about forced intercourse and the smile was still there after I tied her hands to the headboard and used two more ties to attach her ankles to the ends of the footboard. She winced a bit when her bottom first made contact with the sheets and again when I put any weight on her during my assault but her encouragements were the only words I heard as I carried out my sentence.
As we cuddled under the covers later she said, "I don't think I'll be able to sit down comfortably for a while but thank you again for spanking me and giving me my extra punishment."
I smiled as I told her she was welcome and asked if she intended to be more careful about grading tests in the future. She rubbed her bottom and said, "I wouldn't want Alicia to go through what I just went through again. The poor dear, to think of her young bottom enduring all that plus the six with the paddle she had coming anyway. Maybe you should check my grades before I give the next test back to her to make sure I haven't made any more mistakes."
I accepted her invitation and reminded her that she would be spanked if I found errors and added that any extra punishment she earned during the discipline would be similar to today's but in a tighter orifice. She winced at the thought and said, "It's been years since anyone has used me that way. I wasn't too bad and in a way, I liked it, but I can't imagine what it's going to like after I've been spanked. It may not be so pleasant then but if that's what you decree, so be it. But that's just for arrogance, I expect the paddle and strap will be used again if I make any mistakes while grading." I assured her they would and she smiled as she answered, "In that case, I better be careful when I grade the papers. But I'm not going to worry about that now. I'm not sure I really learned my lesson about being arrogant. Do you think I need a little more instruction."
I did and it was a success.
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On Monday two weeks later Alicia came bounding into my study and announced, "Guess who owes me a dinner? Look, I got a 98. Oh, by the way, look at this. Miss Huntington marked about 7 problems wrong and then corrected herself since they were right in the first place. I wonder what she was thinking of when she did that. If I actually had all those points taken off I would have failed and that's really a scary thought. I shudder to think of what my bottom would be in for if I had to show you a grade like that. But I'm safe for now so I hope you're ready to pay for a very expensive evening. How about it?"
I thought of her teacher's visit last Friday when she brought Alicia's test for me to check and the ensuing weekend as she reaped the rewards(?) of her mistakes(?). I smiled as I brought my attention back to the beaming girl in front of me and said, "Whatever you want. You deserve it."
She clapped her hands and jumped up and down in delight and as we were about to leave she casually mentioned, "Oh, I almost forgot. Miss Huntington said to tell you we're going to have a test every week from now to the end of the semester."
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