She deserves a spanking

"Over the table!" you order her sternly. She pales, blushes, then does as she was told, grabbing the edge of the massive oak table with white knuckles. Looking over her shoulders, she blushes crimson as you grab the hem of her simple dress and yank it upwards, exposing her bare, plump bottom. You frown, and she bites her lip, wiggling her bottoms slightly.

A sharp slap. She yelps, surprised. "Aiii!"

"Silence!" you order.

Biting down on her fingers, she endures another slap. And another. And another. Moaning desperately and breathing like a smith's bellows as you finally stop, her ass red and marked with faint imprints of your hand. You notice the wet patch between her legs and smirk slightly. Very well then. Letting go of the hem, you step back and nod once. "Do not forget that lesson, servant!"

She tries to curtsy, yet fail, her cheeks blushed. "Yes, mylord. This one will remember it very clearly."

With that, she scurries away, certainly to the servant's quarters or the shadows of the storage cellar to relief herself of the burning ache between her legs. You grin wickedly and return to your book then. Oh, this was going to be fun!