A good spanking

Mr. Rogerson grabbed her hair and dragged her into the living room. She screamed, startled by the sudden manhandling. He thew her over the arm of the couch and flipped up her skirt. He revealed her panties and tutted in disapproval.

“These won’t do. From now on you’re not to wear panties around the house.”

“Mr. Rogerson I–”

“Don’t talk back to me, girl. You’re only making things worse.”

She felt her panties pulled down around her ankles and heard the sound of the man’s belt being removed. Was that what her parents meant!? Sex!? She began to struggle but Mr. Rogerson’s hands firmly pressed down on her tailbone. He was much stronger than he looked, that was clear.

“Count.”

SMACK

Stephie screamed as his belt landed across her exposed ass. She’d never felt anything like this before. Her parents had never disciplined her like this growing up.

“I said count.”

SMACK

Another strike landed.

“T-Two.”

“No. You start over when you disobey me.”

SMACK

“O- One!”

Mr. Rogerson belted the girl until her ass was red and bruised. She was crying by the end, but choked out thirty through her tears, not wanting him to start over. That idea terrified her. She wasn’t sure she could take it. She felt the hand leave her and heard the sound of Mr. Rogerson rebuckling his belt. She realized she could move now if she wanted to.