You forgive her...this time.

"I know I am very strict and very firm, Imogen, and if there is a reason to punish you you will get everything you deserve." You tell her, your voice even and calm. She stares up at you, but you can see her growing more crestfallen, anticipating yet another brutal punishment. You pause, and the tears which she barely controlled begin to well up as you clear your throat, deliberately drawing out the moment. She trembles in fear, and you wonder what she is expecting from you now. Another visit to the whipping post? A paddling?

You decide enough time has passed. As amusing as it is to leave her to mentally squirm like this, there is no point drawing out her torment further. " However, you were simply going on with my punishment. It would be unreasonable for me to blister your backside for dinner being burned while I was flogging you. So fix me something real quick, and then I will consider this settled." With that you turn and walk away, heading for the dining room.

"Thank you sir!" She cries, springing up from her kneeling position. She lets out a yelp as her tormented flesh protests the movements, but then silences herself as she heads towards the kitchen.

Minutes later she comes in, having made you a delicious looking deli sandwich, with a large pickle on the side. She places it down in front of you with a flourish. "Is there anything else I can get you Sir?" She says, her voice a little cooler than it was when you first came home, although not enough that you feel you can justify punishing her for it. You shake your head and she heads off to the kitchen again, as you glance up to admire her backside, especially the bare, reddened flesh peeping out from her Pull-Up.

Taking out your phone, you glance at the replies you have received from the other girls working in your home. They are all "Yes Sir" and similar acknowledgments, but you fell they lack the desired enthusiasm. You want to adjust those attitudes, but corporal punishment seems unlikely to work. And in any case, there are a lot of women you would have to punish for that. You could make them more enthusiastic about pleasing you, or more eager to punish Imogen...

A devious smile stretches across your face. Why not both?

Old Rule: Women get intense crushes on people who discipline them severely and repeatedly, and become extremely eager for their approval and attention.

Old Rule: All grad students serving me have these crushes on me.

Old Rule: Women easily get competitive and catty with each other. This is dramatically multiplied whenever crushes are involved. Any opportunity to **** or humiliate a rival will be taken, even if it risks punishment.

You look back down at your phone. The texts you received have changed quite a bit. The other women are eagerly promising to take good care of her health, and fulfill all your instructions. There are also several texts mocking her for her potty training problems, and you can practically taste the eagerness. Imogen is going to be in for some rough weeks...