By Spanking some sense into her

Valeria blinked slowly, the calm settling deeper into her. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t protest. With steady hands, she undid the belt of her slacks, her fingers moving with precision, each motion mechanical yet graceful. Slowly, she slid the fabric down her legs, revealing the delicate, satin underwear that clung to her hips.

Chase’s eyes didn’t leave her form as she folded the slacks neatly, laying them on the chair beside her. She looked poised, dignified even, despite the situation. But it was all a façade — beneath it, she was unraveling, thread by thread.

She stood in front of him in her white blouse and black satin underwear, her slacks neatly folded on the chair beside her.

She stood still for a moment, the stillness in her body betraying the confusion and the strange sense of calm that was wrapping around her mind. He wanted to watch her, to make her wait, to make her feel just how far she had already fallen.

“Now,” he said, his voice dropping lower, almost a whisper, “Come here, you’re smart you know what to do.”

Valeria didn’t hesitate. She moved toward him, each step deliberate, as if following a script she no longer controlled. She stood before him, her gaze softening, her lips slightly parted. And then, slowly, she bent down over his lap, positioning herself as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Chase didn’t move immediately. He let the silence stretch between them, the tension palpable. He could feel her heartbeat quicken slightly, the anticipation thick in the air.

He placed one hand across her lower back, anchoring her body against his own. She felt soft beneath him — warm, pliable, willing. There was something inherently submissive about the position, something that felt almost intimate, a reminder that despite everything, she was still a woman who had to be controlled, tamed.

With his other hand, he traced the length of her exposed thigh, letting his fingers graze just above the hem of her underwear. He felt her muscles tense briefly before relaxing under his touch.

In one swift motion he grabbed the hem of her expensive panties and pulled them up making them dig into her ass. Giving her a wedgie.

“You’ll count each one,” he said, his voice low and measured. “And after each, you’ll thank me. Understood?”

Her pulse raced, but she nodded. “Yes, Chase.”

Without waiting for further response, he brought his hand down on her plump ass. The sound of it cracking against her bare skin echoed in the quiet room. She flinched slightly, but it was a controlled flinch, almost like a sigh — a release.

“One,” she said, voice steady. “Thank you.”

Chase’s gaze remained fixed on her. His lips curved upward as he raised his hand again, this time the strike landing a bit harder, right across the fleshy part of her butt. The contact was a little more forceful, the sound of it sharper.

“Two,” she breathed. “Thank you, Chase.”

He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, see the subtle flush spreading across her back, down to her neck. It was like a slow burn, an inevitable shift happening within her. But she was still resisting. Not completely. But it was there.

Strike after strike, each blow was met with her steady voice counting in a soft, almost reverent tone. She accepted them, and with each one, a part of her cracked open, bit by bit.

“For coddling Diego.” SMACK.

“For not seeing what was wrong.” SMACK.

“For being weak.” SMACK.

By the time they reached ten, Valeria’s skin was flushed. Her breath was quick, uneven, but she stayed composed. Even in this position, she was still trying to hold onto something — but it was slipping. She was so close to losing it entirely.

“Ten,” she said softly, with a tinge of breathlessness. “Thank you, Chase.”

Her body was slightly shaking now, her eyes half-closed. There was a slight tremor in her voice, but still, she kept it together.

Chase’s fingers ran up her back slowly, soothingly, and she didn’t flinch. Not anymore. She was too deep now. Too deep to pull herself back.

“You’ve done well,” he murmured, his voice dripping with praise, a stark contrast to the earlier command. “But you know, Valeria… this is just the beginning.”

Her face flushed, but she didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her actions had already answered for her.

Chase gently helped her up, and she straightened her blouse, her movements almost robotic. She looked at him, her lips parted, breathing in deeply as though coming out of a trance, but still… not fully awake.

“You’ve learned a valuable lesson,” he said softly, more to himself than to her. “But you’ll learn more. Much more.”

Valeria nodded, her eyes now distant but filled with a strange warmth. “I’ll do better,” she whispered, voice soft and obedient.

Chase couldn’t suppress a satisfied grin.

Chase’s control over Valeria had grown exponentially. Each move he made, each suggestion he planted, had already shifted something deep within her. Her resistance was crumbling, and what was left now was an obedient shell, her mind molded to fit his design.

As she straightened herself after the punishment, there was an air of docility around her — she stood before him, but something in her eyes seemed vacant. Yet, beneath that veil, there was still the lingering hint of power. Power that he now had in his hands, like clay waiting to be sculpted further.

Chase walked around her, his steps measured, watching the subtle tremor in her body. She was still adjusting to the newfound changes, but he saw an opportunity now. This was his chance to push her further. To make her carry out the same kind of “tough love” on Diego that he had imposed on her — a tool for his own goals.

With a swift motion, he grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her toward him. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes widening at the sudden movement.

“Valeria,” he said in a low, commanding tone, “this is training. You see, it’s not just about the punishment. It’s about understanding why it’s necessary, why it needs to be done. The same kind of discipline that was shown to you — it needs to be shown to Diego. He’s weak, just like you once were. He needs to be strong.”

Valeria’s face was still flushed, her mind fogged from the trance he’d placed her in, but there was a subtle conflict in her gaze — an attempt to cling to some remnant of her old self.

“I… I don’t know,” she whispered, voice shaky, but the uncertainty in her tone was swallowed by Chase’s next words.

“I don’t think you understand, Valeria. You’re still weak,” he snapped, his voice firm, as he quickly raised his hand and slapped her across the cheek. It wasn’t hard enough to bruise her, but it was sharp — a reminder of the reality he had crafted for her.

She gasped, the sting making her eyes water for a brief moment, but instead of anger, she simply stared back at him, waiting for his next command. That’s all she could do now.

“Now listen carefully,” he continued, his voice softening but still laced with power. “You will show Diego the same ‘love’ that I showed you. You will make him tougher. You’ll slap him, discipline him — teach him the same lesson you learned today. Do you understand?”

Valeria’s lips parted as though she was going to resist, but her gaze softened, and instead of speaking, she nodded — a quiet, almost automatic response.

“Good,” Chase purred, the satisfaction clear in his voice. “You’re going to make sure he never forgets this lesson. Just like I made you learn.”

He didn’t even give her a moment to process. Her programming was already in place. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and now, the fun part was just beginning. Valeria was now an instrument of discipline for Diego — a twisted, inverted version of love that would become a constant in his life.

"Now," Chase said with finality, "You’ll go to Diego, and you’ll show him exactly what I’ve shown you. Don’t hold back. You’re going to make him strong."

Valeria nodded again, still under the spell of his control, her will no longer her own.