Enough so she feels it

“I expect you to thank me, Miss Kapadia, as you count.” When Alison had lived upstairs, we played several times with this kind of thing. The headmaster and delinquent student, or Harem master training his newly purchased ****; you get what I mean.

“Yes, Sir.” From Riya's quiet acceptance of both my decision to put her in this embarrassing position and the added indignity of having to thank me as I punish her, I get the feeling that corporal punishment is quite a bit more commonplace in India than here in the US.

In general, I prefer to use my hand both because I like the feeling of soft flesh warming as I spank it and because I'm less likely to do any real damage. This is probably why my first smack with the belt barely makes her flinch.

“One. Thank you, Sir.”

The second and third blows are significantly harder and leave ruddy strips on her caramel-colored backside. Riya still counts and thanks me, but there is a momentary hesitation now as her fists clench and her breath catches after each 'whack'.

“You're doing very well, Miss Kapadia.”

“Thank you, Sir.” It might be my imagination, but I'm pretty sure I see Riya wiggle her ass either in an attempt to find some relief or what might even be a subconscious invitation for me to continue.

Three more swings of the belt have Riya's ass glowing a healthy red, and her labia are puffier than ever.

“Three more to go.” Her only response is to lower her head onto the counter and whimper softly. I had originally planned on giving her an even dozen, but nine seems to be sufficient for her to learn from her mistake. The last thing I want to do is traumatize my new tenant.

I slow the pace of the last three, even dragging the belt softly up her legs and over her sensitive ass. If this had been Alison, I would have taken aim between her inner thighs, but again the point of this first spanking is to establish her subservient position in my household. The sexual aspect of this type of punishment will come (I hope). No need to rush things especially if she is as innocent as she seems to be.

“Nine.” Riya gasps out with the last smack of the belt, “Thank you, Sir.”

I step back to admire my handiwork; Riya's slender body is trembling as she clings to the countertop, and I wonder what the best way to turn this harsh punishment into my advantage.