Threaten

A growl swells up, throaty, intense, "I swear by the Old Gods and the New, if you raise your voice to me again, there'll be much more of this for you. I'm itching to have you over my knee again already. Just you try me." As the words ooze out of your mouth, you take the time to roughly grope her tight arse cheeks.

You can see that the threat has sunk in. It's birthed a new attitude towards you it appears, one that is equal parts fear and excitement.

You allow her to pick herself up from the bed and she waits diligently until you dismiss her, still red-faced. Now from shame and pleasure.