DSP -- Story: Battle of Wills

She stood in the corner, naked and whipped. He was asking questions of her, wanting a certain answer, and not receiving it, so he had started to cane her as she stood, nose to the corner.

"We'll try this again. About your checking account," he said.

She made a noise in the back of her throat, a cross between a snort and a chuckle. The cane slashed across her naked ass, and she danced a bit against the sting.

"You'd think that considering your current position, you'd at least TRY to be a good girl," he said smugly.

"I couldn't help it, it was an involuntary response," she said, trying not to giggle.

"We'll see what we can do about stopping those involuntary responses then," he decreed, snapping the cane home again for emphasis, making her wriggle in place.

Her hands twitched at her sides, wanting more than anything to rub the sting out of her punished bottomcheeks. She heard him laugh softly behind her, heeheeing at her predicament. Having been spanked with the hairbrush earlier, the cane strokes made her bottom itch and burn.

"Now let's try this again. About your checking account" he said.

She considered telling him that he should make a tape of that comment, but thought better of it. She was in enough trouble as it was. The involuntary noise rose from her throat again.

"God, am I stupid," she said laughing, looking up for help from somewhere. It wasn't as though she planned to misbehave like this, it just happened.

The cane came crashing down again and again. Three cuts of the cane and she was writhing, trying not to move out of the corner, trying desperately not to reach back and grab her bee-stung behind.

"NOW, let's see if we can stop that involuntary noise, once and for all."

The cane slashed again, and she made no noise, and he seemed satisfied.

"Ahh, finally. No involuntary response this time," he asked.

She didn't answer right away, but managed to force out a reply after a few seconds.

"No, because I was already laughing," she said as she still laughed, "I really need to learn to shut up!"

"I'd say so," he said.

The cane came down hard, and harder. A few more and he stopped.

"Now about those involuntary noises," he said, more seriously.

No sound escaped from her this time. She felt properly subdued for the first time.

"Good," he said, "No more noises."

"No Sir," she said, small and quiet now.

"Now about your checking account," he intoned, all authority captured in the words. "Are you going to remember to write everything down from now on?"

"Yes Sir," she said softly.

"And no more involuntary responses," he asked.

She reached down between her legs. "Well, no involuntary NOISES anyway," she said, smiling to herself, too quietly for him to hear. Her sex was wetter than it had been in ages. She secretly marvelled at his ability to cause this response in her, wondering why being naked and whipped in the corner would make her horny and wet. She could feel his power, even when she couldn't see his eyes. She knew they were boaring into her, willing her to be the good girl he expected her to be.

"No Sir," she finally said, all obstinacy and willfullness gone now.

"That's better. You can come out of the corner now," he said, his tone not as hard.

She turned, and went to him as he sat on the bed. She knelt between his legs, and he held her while she settled down, letting the pain ebb and flow through her.

"Am I a good girl now," she asked, her head against his chest, hearing his heart beat fast against her ear.

Yes, you're a good girl," he said softly, as he stroked her back, calming her.

She relaxed into him then, and felt safe and cared for, not wanting to move ever. "Thank you." she murmurred, and she meant it. She wanted to be his good girl, and now she was.