Beat her with ruler

Untying her feet, you grab hold of Emma’s hair and guide her off the bed. “Get down on the floor,” you order as you pick up a long wood ruler from Emma’s desk. The nude **** obeys, kneeling down with her butt on her heels and her eyes pointing towards the floor. You squat in front of Emma, her body trembling as you hold the ruler in front of her chest and bend it back. WHACK Emma whimpers in pain as the ruler whips against her tender breast, her hands covering the pink stripe on her chest. “Hold still, bitch,” you scold as you line up on the other tit. WHACK “Oh God!” she cries out, but doesn’t cover the welt rising above her nipple.

“Get on all fours.” Emma complies, exposing her little round ass while arching her back to watch you walk around her. “Eyes on the ground.”

WHACK You crack the ruler across the right cheek of her pale backside.

“Who’s a little slut?”

“I am, sir.”

WHACK

“You are what?”

“A dirty little slut, sir.”

WHACK

“Who’s in charge?”

“You are, sir.”

WHACK

“Who’s the master?”

“You’re the master, sir.” Broad red stripes criss cross both cheeks as you move your aim to her thighs.

WHACK Emma loses her balance as her leg kicks out from under her.

“Who’s my whore?” Emma stops as tears well up in her eyes. As she gets back on her knees you turn the ruler vertically.

WHACK

“SHIT!” Emma screams as the ruler slams into her **** twat. “I’m your whore! I’m your whore!”

“Good girl.”