Handmade discipline

This chapter is co-authored by NeedAMedic whose work can be found at https://chyoa.com/user/NeedAMedic

You let her wait for a moment before you stand up and slowly step behind her. She glances back, biting her lip to prevent her chin from wobbling. You try to keep compassion on your face but the sight of this naïve young girl bent over is stirring your basest animal needs.

"I don't have a paddle," you say softly. "I'll have to use my hand." You rest one hand on the satin flesh of her rump, feeling the warmth of her flesh as you stroke her gently.

"Are you ready Faith? Ready to take what's coming to you?"

"Okay... okay," she murmurs, looking away from you, her face flushing deeply. She takes yet another deep breath, trying to calm herself, but it does nothing to stop the pulse you can see beating furiously in her throat or the heat spreading over my face. "I'm ready. I'm ready."

The words are soft, seeming to be more for her own benefit than for yours.

You smack one cheek of her ass with a slap that resounds in the quiet room and makes her squeak in shock. You smile at the red handprint left on her pale flesh, gently rubbing your hand over it as though to soothe the pain.

"That's a good girl, Faith. You're being very brave. Only three more to go."

She gives a soft whimper and wriggles gently as you stroke her ass, her body tensed for the next blow. You get the faintest scent of her aroma in your nostrils and know that the situation is starting to excite her as well as humiliate her.

You smack the other cheek of her ass, leaving another handprint, once again stroking and soothing her rump. The aroma of her arousal deepens and feel her wriggle slightly at your touch.

"Just two more Faith. Two more and then it's over."

"Two more and then its over...." she repeats the words quietly. There's almost a sense of wistfulness in her voice as she murmurs. She closes my eyes, preparing for the next blow, but this time, rather than bracing herself for it, it seems almost as though she's making herself ready. Rather than tensing up in fearful anticipation, she's relaxing, leaning into it with a hint of excitement.

The third smack on her taut round rump makes her gasp, as much from a sudden forbidden excitement as from shock. Once again you soothe the pain away, feeling her squirm under your hand, and seeing her thighs trembling and parting slightly, her aroma thickening as your breathing deepens.

"Only one left," I say softly. "One more and then we can move on."

She adjusts myself for the final smack, her breathing deepening. She spreads her feet wider, giving you a better view of her bare labia, now swollen slightly and glistening with a hint of dew. She seems to have lost her concerns about modesty. Eyes still shut, she bends further forward over the couch, raising her ass higher and exposing myself to you even further.

She waits there breathing quickly, her eyes shut. Every moment of anticipation is obviously torment to her.

"Please," she mutters quietly, barely above a whisper.

You smile down at her growing submission, savouring the look and scent of her as you continue to stroke her ass, gently squeezing her flesh. You hear her breathing catch as you make her wait, your fingers teasing and stroking before landing a final sharp smack, pulling a gasping moan out of her trembling body.

Once again you soothe your flesh, this time with both hands, one on each spanked cheek, softly caressing, your fingers exploring, nearing her bare pussy, seeing her labia glistening with nectar and hearing her suppress a moan.

"Are you ready to be my special student Faith?"