Tessa stood with her nose pressed against the wall. She sniffled trying to hold back the tears that were freely flowing down her flushed cheek. The back of her skirt was flipped up and held securely in place by the waist band, so that Master might admire each of the twenty five crimson stripes he had laid on her panty less rear.
Cole sat in his brown leather recliner sipping a glass of Merlot. Between the casual conversation he was having with his guests Blaine and his pet Annabelle he would occasionally glance over at his own pet, Tessa. He had never disciplined her in front of company before but tonight she had been a very naughty streak. She had never acted like this before but for some reason she was completely out of sorts tonight. He wondered where his docile, sweet, polite and respectful pet had gone.
She had snapped when the serving maid, Noelle, tripped over Tessa's foot and Cole had asked Tessa to assist the young girl in cleaning up the broken dishes. Tessa pushed her chair back with a huff, stomped over and called the girl clumsy. Then while Cole and Blaine were talking politics she interjected her thoughts, which truthfully she didn't usually comment on as she rarely paid attention to things going on in that realm, in a very contrary manner. The night continued on in this way with her getting increasingly naughtier until she turned on Annabelle who had asked if she might have a second glass of wine telling her, "Pour it your darn self. YOU have two hands."
Cole swooped her up at that point and took her right across his knee, giving her fifty of the best hand slaps he could manage and then sent her upstairs to fetch his crop. Cole apologized to his guests and explained he had no idea what on earth had gotten into her. She stomped back down the stairs and handed him the crop.
"Into the corner with you until I am ready to deal with how naughty a young girl you have been tonight," Cole scolded.
"But I haven't finished my dinner!"
