Sending Brinda Away

After your last training session, you had made sure to provide Brinda with ample aftercare. You had held her close and showered her with reassurances and love. However, this was a punishment. She needed to know that she was not in your good graces, that she still needed to redeem herself.

Thus, less than a minute after your final spank, you gave her abdomen a nudge. "Alright, stand back up."

"Y-yes, Master..." You sit still as Brinda struggles back to her feet. Her knees wobble as she gets used to the soreness in her ass. Finally, after reaching down and pulling her panties back up, she stands at attention and waits for her orders.

"Now, Brinda..." You are calm and collected, like a teacher admonishing a student. "Do you understand what you did wrong?"

"Of course, Master!" There was an earnestness in her voice that was just adorable.

"And will you ever do it again?"

"No, Master. Never!"

"Then you are dismissed." As much as you liked looking at the demure Indian maid, looking so guilty in her outfit, you **** your attention to your computer screen. "Please resume your duties."

"T-thank you, Master." Brinda bowed before heading out of your office, walking gingerly with her tender ass. You snuck one last look at her behind before she slipped out the door.

While Brinda had left, your cock clearly had not forgotten her yet. You considered calling in Megan for some quick relief but quickly decided against it. You wanted to have your stamina for this evening. This was a very important night, and you wanted to be at your best. Without further delay, you began your preparations.