She stood in front of me, her head down, her hands behind her back. She was wearing a short skirt, sandshoes with low socks, and a translucent blouse -- all designed to appeal and make her seem girlish and innocent. I could tell from the almost-smirk hinted on her face that the idea of a punishment appealed to her. On the other hand, she didn't know exactly what I had in mind, and before the day was finished, I had every intention of making her think twice about earning a punishment again.
"Look at me, young lady!" I commanded her. As she looked up, I held her eyes with a baleful stare. "You are well deserving of a punishment. My only question to you is: are you ready to go through with it?"
She hesitated just a little before answering. "Yes Master."
"Good. Now you have been a naughty little slut, haven't you?" When she didn't answer me, I hardened my stare, and asked in a harsher voice "Well, haven't you?"
"Yes Master."
"...And you deserve to be punished, don't you, slut?"
I could tell that the disapproving stare and harsh tones were starting to effect her, as her own voice held just a little quiver in it. "Yes Master."
"Very well then, young lady. You may beg me to punish you."
She was caught now, and for almost a minute I waited while she decided on how best to reply. Finally, she began to speak. "Master, I have been a naughty slut, and I deserve to be punished. Sir, punish me please? Punish me however you wish, but I beg you to punish me as I deserve. Please Master?"
I beckoned her closer. "Place yourself over my lap, raise your skirt, then ask me to spank you."
"Yes Master." She draped herself over my lap, then slowly raised her skirt until it was around her waist. As I had suspected, she hadn't work underwear. "Please Sir, spank me?"
Smack! I gave her two quick spanks, one on each cheek, with my entire hand, and heard her gasp. Then with determination, I began to work on one of her cheeks, converting it to glowing red. They were steady hard spanks, and I could hear her breath deepening as she began to squirm on my lap.
"Hold still, slut!" I commanded, then began to turn my attentions to her other cheek. For a moment, she was still, but soon the continuing spanking had her squirming once again, and was that a small sob I heard?
"Well, if you are not going to keep still, I shall have to keep you so myself." I used one hand to spread her legs apart slightly, then pushed two of my fingers deep into her cunt, and my thumb up her arse. Then holding her down with my fingers, I continued my spanking, moving back to the first cheek. She was openly crying now, although the wetness from her cunt was seeping down my fingers, so I knew that part of her was enjoying this also. My hand was aching, as I moved back to her other cheek, and brought that to the same red glow as her first cheek. In the process I had to fend off her hands as she tried to cover her butt, but a quick growl had her hands back at her skirt.
When I had completed the spanking, I withdrew my fingers from her cunt and her arse, then told her to stand on her feet, hold the skirt up and allow me to examine the results. She tottered to her feet, and then slowly turned around and raised her skirt. Her backside was as even a shade of deep red as I could make it, and I decided I was happy with the result.