The power of positive spanking

Deborah squeaks in surprise as you grab her and haul her naked body over your lap. She writhes and struggles as you hold her down, looking up at you in shock and growing anger.

"You want to know what we did? Here's a concrete example," you say, landing a hard smack on Deborah's fleshy ass.

"Owwwww! What do you think you're doing? Stop! Owwwwww!" she squeals, her legs kicking as she tries to get free. You hold her squirming body down with one hand as you spank her, ignoring her protests. You give her six hard smacks, making her yelp and squall with each stroke then release her, pushing her back onto the bed.

"There, that's what we did. We spanked her ass and told her that if she misbehaved we'd do it again. Maybe if you or her father had done the same years ago she wouldn't have grown up to be such a brat."

She looks at you with horrified eyes, stroking her ass, her mouth trembling.

"I can't believe you did that! You spanked me! I can't believe it! You could have just told me!"

"If you don't like the answer, don't ask the question."

"My God, my poor ass! That stings so much," she whimpers, rolling onto her side to display the red handprints on her pale flesh. "Look what you've done to me!" She's biting her lip as she looks at you, her eyes widening as she wriggles gently.

"You're none the worse for it," you say. "If you want to complain, see Headmistress Naylor."

"God, you're so callous and domineering," she murmurs, still stroking her ass. "Such a cruel man. No wonder Valerie's behaving. She must be terrified of you."

"Are you terrified of me Deborah?" you ask with a cold smile. "I think you like being a little terrified."

She looks at you with wide eyes, her chin trembling as you reach for her.