It's more symbolic than painful

“Do you understand why I have to punish you, Miss Kapadia?” As I speak, I lay the smooth leather of my belt across her upraised buttocks eliciting a gasp and wiggle that makes my cock throb in my khakis.

“Yes Sir.” Riya shifts her weight from one leg to the other making her firm ass wiggle delightfully. “As owner of this house, you are responsible for everything that happens under its roof.” To be honest I was expecting Riya to say something about the importance of telling the truth, but I don't mind this 'Head of household authority' thing either.

“That's right.” I am quick to affirm this belief. “As long as you live under my roof, you are my responsibility.” I lift the belt off her and prepare for the first swing. The worried look on Riya's beautiful face does keep me from swinging the belt as hard as I might have.

With Alison, I had almost always used my hand when we played out this type of scenario. My favorite was playing the role of a strict headmaster in a private school disciplining a troublesome student, but we tried other types of light bondage and discipline games. A **** master taming a raw girl purchased at an auction, a demanding boss punishing his inexperienced secretary and a princess captured and tamed by an invading warlord. In time, I might get to that point with Riya too, but for now I want to start nice and slow.

The 'SMACK' of the leather on Riya's backside probably sounds worse than it actually is. There is no sign of redness on her smooth caramel colored skin, in fact I can barely see where the belt strikes.

“One. thank you, Sir.” I'm not sure if I am more surprised that Riya is counting the strikes, or that she thanked me for punishing her. Clearly, she has some familiarity with corporal punishment. As I lift the belt again, I pause briefly to wonder if this is something that she experienced at school or home or if she had friends who gossiped about what happens behind the closed doors when girls get disciplined.

She counts out five more light smacks, wiggling her ass after each one and I wonder if she has any idea how inviting that little movement is to the man spanking her.

“Are you going to lie to me again, Miss Kapadia?” I ask after the sixth blow with the belt.

“No, Sir.” Her answer is so submissive and demure that I can't help but push things a little further.

“And as the Master of this house, I expect not only honesty, but obedience too.” This time there is the slightest hesitation as a tremor runs through her whole slender body, but her answer is as clear as ever.

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”