A Corrective Spanking

"M-my punishment, Master?" Brinda's eyes were once again wide with anxious dread.

"Yes, your punishment," you repeat. "You need to understand the severity of your mistake. Otherwise you won't be careful in the future."

"Oh, no, Master, I understand, I promise!" She tried to assure you. "I'll be so careful, I will, and I'll-"

"Come around the table," you interrupt, your voice stern. "Now."

"But, I-" Brinda caught herself, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Y-yes, Master." She slowly crept around the side of the desk, coming to a stop right next to your chair. She looked so ashamed, so guilty... like she would do anything to set things right.

Leaning back, you patted your thigh. "Bend over my knee, dear. Nice and slow."

Brinda averted her eyes, perhaps guessing the punishment you had planned. Still, she knew better than to disobey. Slowly but surely, she laid herself across your lap. Her stomach rested on your legs, her head hanging over one side while her ass hung over the other. Doing your best to ease the inexperienced girl into it, you ran your hand up and down her back.

"I want to make sure you remember this lesson," you explain slowly, your hand traveling down to her lower back. "I think a good, hard spanking will do you a lot of good." Grabbing the hem of her frilly skirt, you flipped it up. Her panty clad ass was exposed to the open air, much to Brinda's embarrassment.

"If you... if you say so, Master," the Indian girl squeaked. Her breath hitched as you palmed her brown cheeks. As you gently massaged her soft flesh, she added "Master, could you... I mean, could I at least keep my panties on?"

"I'm afraid not," you reply, gripping the waistline of her underwear. "They would just get in the way. If you are to learn, you need to feel your punishment."

"I understand..." Brinda winced as you tugged her panties down, her last layer of modesty dropping to her ankles.

You let your hands again roam around her now bare ass. You kept your caress gentle, still wanting to ease her into things. You did not want to be too rough too quick. While it may achieve the goal of punishing her, it would hinder her sexual awakening. You wanted this to hurt... but you also wanted her to love it!

"I am going to spank you twenty times," you calmly explain to her. To punctuate your words, you squeeze one of her juicy cheeks. "You are going to count every single one. Understood?"

"Y-yes, Master," she whimpered, squirming under your grasp. You felt her thighs pressing together, a vain attempt to suppress her rising arousal. Try as she might, though, the repressed Brinda could not deny what her sex wanted.

You spent a while longer groping and fondling her ass. You allowed the tension to build and build, the anticipation of what was to come. Brinda's breathing only got harder and faster as you delayed the inevitable. Her panic crescendos when you lift your hand off her ass. It hovers in the air, threatening to strike at any moment.

When it finally does, a resounding _SMACK _echoes around the room.

Brinda gasps at the impact, struggling in your grasp. You use your free arm to pin her down, keeping her in place for your punishment. Not giving her much time to get used to it, you strike her again, this time on the other cheek. She stifles a sound this time, though her eyes screw shut.

"Aren't you forgetting something, dear?" You ask in a knowing voice.

"W-wha...?" She is clearly being overwhelmed by a rush of feeling. Pain. Shame. Pleasure. It takes another spank for it to click in her head.

"ONE!" She practically screams it. "ONE, Master. One!"

"Much better, dear," you chuckle, finding her desperation amusing.

SMACK!

"Two!"

SMACK!

"Three!"

You were very careful about how hard you hit her. You made sure it hurt, but not enough to bruise. Her brown skin was already starting to glow a faint red, her cheeks warming up from your spanks.

SMACK! "Four!" SMACK! "F-five!" SMACK! "Six!" SMACK! "Seeeveen..."

Brinda moaned the last number, her back arching as your hand slapped her ass. With every strike her pussy got wetter, more and more arousal running down her leg. The Indian girl was mortified by her bodies reaction, looking down at the ground in shame as her punishment continued.

SMACK! "Eight!" SMACK! "Nine!"

For the tenth stroke, you aimed right for her pussy. The sound was a lot wetter as you slapped her dripping cunt. From the way she recoiled, it seemed like it also hurt a lot more!

"Eeeeeeee! T-ten!"

"Halfway there, dear," you say in a soothing voice. With your hand already on her pussy, you take the opportunity to stroke her lips. "You're doing so well!" It was important to mix in some positive reinforcements. Not that it would stop you from punishing her even harder!

SMACK! "ELEVEN!" SMACK! "fuck Twelve!" SMACK! "T-thirteen!" SMACK! "four... fourteen..."

Brinda was panting now, struggling to handle the two extremes. Her dark skin could not hide the red of her sore ass, and each spank was a lesson she would not soon forget. Tears were welling in her eyes. Yet at the same time, her pussy was throbbing with need. It made her push her hips out to accept her next punishment. It made her toes curl. It made her nipples poke through her uniform.

If there was any doubt in your mind that she was a submissive at heart, it was gone.

SMACK! "Fifteen, Master!" SMACK! "sixteen." SMACK! " Seven... mmmph... seventeen..." SMACK! "Eighteen!" SMACK! "Fuck... fuck..." SMACK! "NINETEEN!"

For the last spank, you again targeted her aching pussy. After hitting her, you kept the pressure on her labia, ramping up the pleasure. The strike elicited a long moan that saw her whole body shudder in excitement.

"Twenty... twenty, Master..." Her voice made it clear that she was thoroughly exhausted. Her hair was a mess and beads of sweat covered her brow. Most of all, though, was how tender her ass cheeks were. They stung with both soreness and shame, a sensation she would bring with her for the rest of the day and into the night.

You doubted she would make the same mistake again!