Duty calls

There are no doubt plenty of people who are both willing and able to discipline the attractive young blonde, but you can hardly fault her for wanting to be chastised by the best. With a sigh, you decide to give her what she wants, at least for a little while, until you can help her find others more appropriate to monitor her behaviour.

"Very well," you reply, "but no recordings—"

You're about to continue, but she interrupts.

"Oh, but they'll be so helpful for me and good for my followers, too. Lots of girls look to me for advice and it's important for them to see me getting spanked like I deserve."

Clearly, she does need a bit more discipline, but you're not about to let her dictate the terms to you. An idea is forming in your mind, though, how to avoid this whole thing taking up too much of your time.

"Quiet, girl. When I'm speaking, you listen." She looks like she's going to retort, but then thinks better of it and nods demurely. "I think you're right about your duty to your followers and you're welcome to record all the spankings other people give you, with their permission, but ours will be private."

She opens her mouth again to protest, but thinks better of it and nods morosely.

"As I was about to say," you continue, "you can contact me once a week with a list of misdeeds for which you've not been punished and I'll deal with them. I want you to keep a diary of everything that you think has the slightest chance of warranting a spanking. I'll probably tell you most of them are not an issue, so don't worry that you'll be letting yourself in for anything undeserved, but woe betide you if you leave anything out that I hear about from somebody else."

She's looking like she's having second thoughts already, but can hardly complain after trying so hard to get you to agree in the first place. Now you need to ensure she has little to report, so you explain the rest of our plan.

"However, you don't need to include anything for which you've been punished by somebody else, on camera or off."

There's only one thing left to do and that's show her it's better to get her spankings elsewhere and not bother you, so you order her backstage, pointing the way and then guiding her with a hand on her shoulder. While you weave through the spectators, you explain that she's getting ten swats with a large paddle for interrupting you earlier. Her gasp of shock at the severity is exactly what you hoped.

For all your talk of privacy, the green room is actually quite busy. The girls are getting snacks and soothing their tired tongues with ice chips, in between mingling to drum up further contributions. They pay you no attention beyond welcoming smiles, although you notice several eyeing your companion and even whispering between themselves with sly glances at the young lady.

You order her to remove the rest of her clothing and grab her ankles, whilst you take a paddle from storage which is very similar to the one used on stage. When you turn back, she's fiddling with her 'phone, which she rests on top of her clothes folded on top of her bag. She's really quite good looking naked, although her bum is less impressive than most of the students around her. She must have plenty of confidence not to feel inadequate surrounded by such paragons of beauty.

With a final warning about the consequences of moving during a thrashing, you position yourself and raise the paddle to give a solid thwack that'll have her regretting choosing you to be her disciplinarian in no time.