"Sit down!"
I sat, right where I was. I wasn't anywhere near a chair, but I knew that tone of voice meant I was in big trouble. I didn't dare do anything but obey. I sat straight down on the hard floor, already feeling my pussy swell.
He didn't say or do anything for a solid minute, though it felt much longer. I thought hard going through all the possible reasons he might be displeased. There were several naughty moments in my recent past, but I couldn't remember anything that would provoke this reaction in him. My face reddened as I waited and I became highly aware of the cold, hard tile beneath me. I bowed my head.
Finally, he stood and oh so slowly walked toward me. "Have you sorted through your guilty conscience, you bad girl? Do you know why I am displeased?"
I trembled as he came closer. I could smell him, feel his warmth. I shook my head.
He bent down, grabbed my chin and roughly forced my face toward his. "What was that?"
"N..no, Sir," I stammered, barely above a whisper.
"I see. You are so ill-behaved you cannot choose between all the bad things you've done. Is that right?"
I swallowed guiltily, "Yes, Sir."
"I shall take that into account when I punish you." He held my gaze a moment longer, his face hard, stern. I thrill shot through my body starting between my legs and spreading.
He stood and began walking toward the bedroom. "Come!"
I stood and followed quickly, staying a respectful few steps behind him. Butterflies exploded in my stomach and I wracked my brain for why he would be punishing me. I hadn't been as respectful in my address as I should have been the past few days. My language had been a little crass. And the other day I had forgotten some of my chores. But none of those things nor even all of them together were enough for this level of sternness.
He opened the bedroom door and held it for me. I was afraid to pass him, but I kept my pace and entered the room. My entire body tingled as I passed him, my arm brushing his for just a moment. I let out a tiny gasp and felt moisture spread in my slit.
He pointed to the end of the bed. "Bend over and rest your weight on your elbows."
I obeyed exposing my vulnerable ass to him. I wished I had worn thick jeans instead of the thin, short skirt and tights. But it was too late now.
He shut the door and went to the closet to retrieve the leather paddle. He placed it next to me. Then I heard the clink of metal and the soft shhhhhhhh as he slid off his belt and laid it next to the paddle. My breathing became shallow as I realized this would be an intense punishment. What could I have possibly done?
Then I stiffened. Oh, god. He had found it. He had found my stash. Oh, god, no.
"You remember now." He stated, noticing my body stiffen. He came closer and bent over me until his mouth was right next to my ear, his hot breath on my neck as he spoke. "You thought you were so clever. You thought you could hide it and that I wouldn't find out. Well, you weren't clever enough and a good thing, too. That is absolutely unacceptable behavior for any student of mine."
I trembled. "Sir, I..."
"Be quiet!"
I shut my mouth and turned to look at him, pleadingly.
"We have talked about this before, little one. When you confessed to me that before our arrangement you had a small propensity for this behavior and so we laid it down in the rules that you would discontinue all such activities. And now I discover that you have been squirreling away those little items behind my back this whole time. I am
very
displeased with you. You will be severely punished."
I hung my head and felt a small lump form in my throat. Before we had set up our agreement, I had dabbled in a little shoplifting. Nothing serious, a piece of candy or a small trinket and only once or twice. It was thrilling to walk out of the store with the stolen item in my pocket. I had confessed this naughtiness to my Professor when we set up the agreement, so that he would know how best to educate me.
After the agreement, I was good for a long time. But recently I had found the temptation too strong and had pilfered a few things over the last few months. Again, just little trinkets and not very many. But knowing it was naughty, I had hidden the items, tags and all, in a little stash in the back of our closet. I thought I was getting away with it and it felt delicious to be so secretly naughty. But apparently my Professor had found them and now I was really in for it. Of all the ways I could break the rules, I knew dishonesty was the most important to him. He would not take this lightly.
He straightened and walked around to stand behind me. "I am going to give you three spankings. The first for all the naughty things you thought of while trying to guess why I was displeased. The second for not confessing those things to me as per our agreement. The third and most severe will be for being a little thief and for hiding it from me. You will remain silent throughout. Note the count of each strike and report the total to me at the end. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I let out a small, shuddering breath. Then relaxed my back and laid my head down on the bed so that my backside was presented fully to my Professor. I wanted to show that I was completely submitting to my well deserved punishment.
"Good girl." He rubbed my behind softly for just a moment, then positioned himself so he could easily strike me and began.
I counted each of the twenty-five bare-hand-over-clothing strikes silently. It hardly stung, but I knew this was just the warm-up.
He rubbed my ass again, then lifted my skirt and pulled down my tights and my wet panties. Noticing the moisture, he slipped his fingers across my pussy once or twice. "You are such a naughty girl, but this will get much less enjoyable in a minute." Then he began to strike again. Harder this time, paying equal attention to each cheek. I bit my lip to keep from crying out and tried to focus on counting. Twenty-five more hard, stinging smacks. Near the end, my eyes were also stinging with the beginning of tears and I gasped when he finished.
He rubbed the warm, tender flesh. "That's a nice start," he said and he reached for the paddle. "That was for all those naughty little things you thought of, which are pretty bad by themselves. But I am even more displeased that you were dishonest and kept them from me. Undress."
I straightened and took of all my clothing, then stood there nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other. My backside stinging in the cool air.
He admired me for a moment. "Bend over." I obeyed, again resting on my elbows and bowing my head. He placed the cool, leather against my backside and rubbed it over my tender skin. I trembled slightly, but kept my ass as high as I could get it.
Whack!
I involuntarily arched my back as the paddle landed hard against my skin. I immediately got back in position and braced myself against another strike.
Whack!
The next one hurt even more, but I was better prepared and kept my position.
