"Yes."

"I thought so." She says, as if knowing the answer.

"Bend over my knee." She says, at once sitting down onto the chair behind her.

Where did the chair come from? Was it always behind her? You did not see it appear, but it does not matter any more. The only thing that matters is her.

You do as she says. You have committed now.

You note her expression has changed a little. Her drooped eyelids add something of a seductive quality, but she looks at you like judge and executioner in one, sentence given and ready to be carried out, inviting no argument, and expecting your compliance.

You climb on to her lap and bend yourself over her knees.

"Twenty strikes." She says. "More if you misbehave."

You might have answered, but too quickly she bares your bottom with one hand. Then it goes on your back, steadying you. You hold her a little firmer, knowing it will hurt, and that there is no escape now.

WHAP!

The first strike comes. And it hurts.

WHAP! WHAP!

The second and third. They came too fast for you to recover. If she keeps up -

WHAP!

That one was bad. She hit harder. She must have done that on purpo-

WHAP!

Also bad. It hurts a lot. You grip her a little tighter and your body trembles.

WHAP! WHAP!

They are all bad. She is just hitting harder now. It hurts a lot and your face scrunches up. You feel as if you might c-

WHAP!

Cry. You sob a single sob and grip her tighter. You tremble, and you -

WHAP!

You cry. There it is. Several sobs fall out of your face involuntarily. You try to not sob too loudly, but it hur-

WHAP!

You groan in pain and your legs jerk and twist. You grip her more tightly. The hand on your back steadies you gently but firmly.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

You cannot stop the sobbing now. You can only grip her more tightly and try to be-

WHAP!

WHAP!

"Behave." She says seriously.

You try to not squirm. But it hurts too much...

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP! WHAP!

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

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