Obviously more training is needed

In the briefest of moments, Vyki knew she had gone too far. Bill’s wide eye stare at her chest had shifted in a blink to a fiery glare right at her eyes. It was Vyki’s turn for her eyes to turn wide eye in astonishment. She started to try to bring her hands up to apologize, but Sir Bill was faster than she had even realized.

Vyki just the pressure of Sir Bill’s strong hands grasping her corset before she felt her weight leave her feet and her visual orientation shifted swiftly. Vyki felt a heavy pressure on her stomach before her vision finally focused and realized she was facing the inane TV broadcast again, but from a low perspective again. Vyki’s mind finally put everything together as she realized she was lying on Sir Bill’s lap and turned her head back quickly to look behind her as she felt him messing with her skirt.

“One of the key aspects of training is learning proper decorum.” Bill said as he pushed her dress up to expose her bare ass only split by her thong which was pressing against her jeweled plug. “I thought you were beyond that, but apparently you still have a bit of brat peeking out when it shouldn’t.”

It dawned on Vyki quickly what he was meaning and the position she was in and started shaking her head and mutter “no, no, no” only to be quickly interrupted by a very resounding smack on her ass cheek that trusted her down and into Sir Bill. Vyki’s mind knew exactly what he was doing, and the stinging pain was not surprising. However, as his firm hand lingered in her cheek and a throbbing ache built under his grasp something else began rushing in her body that was not entirely unpleasant and did surprise her enough to silence as her brain tried to process it.

“It’s one thing to be a little playful or teasing during a session, but when you are serving, even if on a break, it is imperative you continue to show respect,” <SMACK>, “and decorum,” <SMACK-SMACK>, “for your superiors,” Bill instructed flatly as he administered swat after swat to her soft flesh. “Now you should know this better than most subbies,” Bill admonished as he gently stroked her tender ass, “were you being bratty?”

Vyki had to sniffle a bit to respond but in the current situation her mind screamed at her to not make it worse. “Yes, Sir Bill, I was bratty,” Vyki finally admitted as she pushes down the thought of arguing.

“You were being a bad subbie, weren’t you?” Bill continued to ask calmly as he maintained a soothing stroke on her cheeks.

Vyki knew she should be frustrated by his continued patronizing questions, but the shock and pain of the abrupt spanking seemed like an ugly experience that was further and further away as he continued to stroke her, and she almost felt calmer from it. “Yes, Sir Bill, I was being a bad subbie,” Vyki confessed feeling almost relieved as she felt Sir Bill grasping her ass in confirmation that she answered correctly.

“Now, bad girls should be punished, shouldn’t they?” Bill asked, trying to hide his grin for the sadistic trap he was walking her to.

Vyki was afraid where he was heading and stuttered the expected response, “y-y-yes, S-sir Bill.”

“Right,” Bill said confidently. “Normally I’d give a girl 10 good hard swats on her sweet little ass.” Bill had to stifle his chuckle as Vyki shot her head around and stared at him through a few strands of loose hair. “But I’ve already given you some, haven’t I?” Bill quizzed.

Vyki hoped that meant she it was her first time doing this and he felt that was enough, so she tentatively replied, “Yes, Sir Bill.”

“Yes,” Bill continued enjoying laying it on, “and most good girls count their swats and thank the person administering them.” Bill almost chuckled seeing Vyki’s collar shift as she swallowed hard, “however, since this is your first session on training submissively, I’ll let it go… this time.”

Vyki could tell Sir Bill’s quite smirk with the cocked eyebrow was looking for a response. So, while still lying across his lap with her ass exposed and her skirt up in the air, she continued to look over her shoulder at him and said, “thank you for being so understanding, Sir Bill.”

“Think nothing of it,” Bill said gratuitously as he waved his hand in the air dismissing her concern. However, as soon as he felt her shift her weight as if she would stand up, Bill slammed his hand back down between her shoulder blades and pressed her firmly against his legs.

Vyki thought she was getting a reprieve, but instead had the wind pressed out of her sails just as it was squeezed from her lungs.

“However, I’m sure you remember how many you’ve had and do better on the remaining,” Bill said unable to hide the grin from his voice. “Just count out the remainder and as long as you get to 10 on the 10th swat, all will be good. But if you’re wrong, we’ll do another 10 and keep doing 10 until you can count to 10 correctly.”

Vyki caught her breath as she heard what Bill said and only barely turned her head around before she saw his hand raise in the air and quickly turned back around to brace herself.

<SMMMMACK>

The heavy impact reverberated up her back and a tingling heat radiated out from where his hand still rested. Vyki sat there a minute panting and recovering, before her brain finally kicked in that she was supposed to be doing something. As the pressure from his hand relented and she felt it moving back, her brain quickly tried to replay the previous swats; ‘was there 3? 5? 4? Dammit, remember!’ Vyki berated her inner dialogue as her brain raced quickly.

Feeling his hand move completely away, Vyki knew she had to try before the next one landed, so blurted out her best guess, “FIVE!! THANK YOU, SIRBILL!”

<SMACK>

Vyki paused feeling the harsh tingle run up her body, but quickly continued, “6, thank you, Sir Bil!”

She wasn’t sure if that was a chuckle she heard from Sir Bill, but she did notice he took the time to lightly stroke her ass this time and it seemed oddly... comforting to her. So much so, that she almost felt disappointed when she felt him lose touch with her.... until his hand came roaring back and slamming into her ass again. “7, thank you, Sir Bill,” she moaned almost immediately as a wave of energy flowed through her. She felt rather rewarded as his fingers gently stroked over her warm ass check.

As Bill pulled his hand back, it seemed as if her ass was rocking back to reach out to him, and he took a bit of sadistic pleasure as he brought his hand careening back down to meet her tender flesh.

“8!” Vyki yelped out, “thank you, Sir Bill.” While she could feel Sir Bill’s hand laying gently on her ass, he didn’t seem to be moving it and she instinctively swiveled her hips, luxuriating in the sensation of his powerful grip running over her ass and pants as hormones race through her body.

She struggled to suppress a moan when she felt Sir Bill’s hand leave her ass even as she pressed into it but couldn’t contain it any longer as she moaned out, “9, mmm, thank you, Sir Bill.”

Bill always did love the way the audio triggers of the Gadget seemed to enhance the girls’ enjoyment of his spankings and was glad to see it held true even for Vyki’s modified ‘Vadget’ version. However, seeing her writhe under his touch, he wondered if her.... orientation, dictated a different setting in the future.

Regardless, he couldn’t deny the wide grin on his face as Vyki whimpered when his palm stopped cupping her ass and rejoiced in hearing it slam into her ass as she purred out, “mmmm, 10, thank you so much, Sir Bill.”

Bill very much enjoyed watching her wriggle her ass underneath his hand as he rubbed it around. “Do you really think that was right, girl?” Bill asked devilishly, “Were you a good girl and that was really your 10th swat lying across my lap?”

Vyki froze in panic wondering if she had miscounted. She was sure she had kept the strokes right after he told her to start counting ‘but was 5 really where she should have started? Was it supposed to be 4? Or 6? God why does Sir’s hand feel so good on my ass?’ Vyki questioned herself. ‘Could I handle another 10? Mmmmmm maybe another 10 would feel even better? Molly always did get hornier....’ Vyki shook her head trying to get herself back.

“Are you telling me no, girl?” Bill asked about her shaking head.

Flustered, Vyki quickly blurted out, “no, Sir Bill.” Then realizing how that sounded she quickly tried to correct, “no, I mean yes, I mean...” Vyki was quickly getting lost her knees felt weak when Sir Bill’s fingers accidentally hooked the jewel in her ass as he was rubbing her cheeks. Grabbing her footing she tried to explain, “I mean, I didn’t mean no, I mean yes, I’m sure that was 10 swats, Sir Bill.”

Bill continued to lightly stroke her tender ass, “see, girl, it's imperative you communicate better, isn’t it?”

“Mmmm... yes, Sir Bill,” Vyki moaned.

“Now that you’ve been a good girl <BUZZ>, I need you to stand up for me,” Bill instructed.

Vyki couldn’t hold back the moan as she felt a flood of endorphins rush through her body. She couldn’t stop the pout as his hands left her and she struggled to stand up.

“Now look here, little missy,” Bill said sternly, “we’ve already done your punishment, it's time for you to keep being a good subbie, return to serving, and keep your proper decorum before I put you over my knee again.”

Vyki found herself shifting from foot to foot feeling her skirt brush against the tender flesh of her ass contemplating if this is why some girls get all bratty. As her mind ran over scenarios, she bit her lip while she considered the costs.

“Unless you’re telling me you’re actually a spanking slut,” Bill scoffed. “In which case, I can find you an actual punishment then.”

Vyki’s eyes went wide in panic as she contemplated being punished in a more violent fashion, and she immediately shift her stance into a rigid serving position with her hands in front of her and bowed her head, “no, Sir Bill, I will be a good submissive and serve you.” But even as she stood there quietly, she could hear a voice scheming about what she could do to earn a few swats without it being obvious, but quickly suppressed that inner dialogue and cursed herself for even considering they could be a good idea.

“Good girl,” <BUZZ> Bill rewarded her and was pleased to see her knees bend a bit as she bit her lip. “Grab these dishes and get them cleaned & put away and come back to me for your next assignment.”

“Yes, Sir Bill,” Vyki said urgently as she grabbed the empty plates & cups and stacked them in front of her. She turned and took only a step before Sir Bill interrupted her.

Seeing her bend over, Bill was reminded her skin needed some after care and had her wait. “Stop!” Bill said abruptly as he reached under the end table for the lotion bottle, he saw down there earlier.

Vyki wasn’t sure what she did wrong, but she held firm where she stood.

“Take a step back,” Bill commanded and was happy to see her move to directly in front of him.

Vyki was concerned why he was lifting her skirt and had to stop from whipping around as the glasses fell on the plates and she had to brace them. However, the cool liquid touching her shocked her enough to cause her to have to brace the cups again from her jump. But the shock quickly gave way to an entirely pleasurable feeling as Sir Bill’s powerful hand rubbed an oily smooth wetness over her tender flesh. While it did tingle immediately, it was quickly forming into a dull warmth as he kneaded the muscles deep under her flesh. As both hands caressed her cheeks, Vyki’s eyes had closed, and she didn’t even register the moan coming out of her lips.

“Need to make sure and preserve that fine ass, girl,” Bill commented as she finished rubbing the berry scented oil into her skin. With it as absorbed as it was going to get, Bill smiled at the shiny red ass admiring his work before fixing her skirt back into place. “There. That should be better. Go ahead and be a good girl and get your assignment done.”

Panting and trying to regain her composure as her body was flooded with sensations and emotions she was not expecting, Vyki responded the way she knew she was expected, “yes, Sir Bill.” Before sashaying away as she worried about what was going through her head as her mind tried to replace Sir Bill with Lou’s hands, moving to more intimate activities before shifting back Sir Bill in a way she didn’t want to contemplate.