I find myself holding my breath as I walk to our bedroom. I am so nervous and yet excited about what will happen next that I only remember to breath when I walk into the room and see you. You are sitting on our bed and look pleased with yourself. I wonder if you've decided to focus on pleasure more than punishment. I relax for a moment but the relaxation is short lived.
"Don't come any further. Let me look at you." You say, sounding quite serious but I can see in your eyes that you are enjoying this. I stand in the middle of the room silently looking at you. I must appear quite disheveled. My skirt has dropped back to its regular position, hem hanging just above my knees but my blouse is unbuttoned, my lace bra partially visible. My hair is messed up from where you held it as you guided my mouth up and down your cock.
"Well miss, it seems you've been a naughty girl. I didn't think you had it in you but it seems this nice, polite behaviour I've been seeing from you has all been an act. Now that I know you really are naughty, I think I need to consider working some discipline into our relationship." I'm not sure how to respond. This is all new to me, outside of my fantasies, but you seem at ease in your new roll.
"Well, what have you to say for yourself?" You ask.
"I'm sorry?"
"That sounded like a question, not an answer. I think you meant to say - I'm sorry Sir for being a bad girl."
I look at you with disbelief. There is no way that you are new to this. You are far to confidant and sure of yourself. You must know me better than I knew myself as, much to my own surprise I find myself repeating your words. "I'm sorry Sir for being a bad girl."
You smile at how easily I comply with repeating your words. Your voice remains stern. "And how should bad girls be treated?" You ask.
"They should be punished." I respond, careful not to make my answer sound like a question again.
"I believe you meant to say - They should be punished Sir."
"Sorry, that's what I meant to say." I reply too quickly.
"Then say it. I want to hear you say the words."
"Sorry. They should be punished Sir."
"Very well. Let's discuss your punishment. I feel the punishment is best when it matches the crime and as I remember you are guilty of three crimes. Do you remember what the three crimes where?"
I rack my mind. It seems like so long ago since you caught me watching that spanking video and then told me my crimes but in reality no more than twenty minutes had past. "The first one was for watching that video Sir." I reply confidently.
"Correct. That spanking video is not something a good girl would watch. Do you remember your other two crimes?"
I was less sure about these. "Was one of my crimes that I was going to touch myself?"
"Correct. You have fooled me into believing you were shy about touching yourself but that has been an obvious deception. I am very disappointed in you."
"I'm sorry . I would never have done it if I had realized you where home."
"And that deception is what makes it all the worse of a crime and why you will be punished for it. And what was your last crime?"
I stand in front of you silently as I search my brain. It's not coming to me.
"Well?" You ask after a moment.
"I can't remember Sir." I hang my head a little. I can't believe how quickly your personality has changed and how eagerly I am responding to my role of your bad little girl, caught and deserving punishment.
"It disappoints me that you weren't paying attention but as this is the first time I've had to punish you I will overlook that infraction. Don't forget again as I will not be as lenient."
"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir." I say, intrigued by you mentioning a next time. We haven't been living together that long so we are still discovering each other's querks. I'm not sure how I would have felt if I has known how much you seemed to enjoy disciple but right now, despite being the most nervous I've ever been in my life, I'm enjoying this and am excited about a next time.
"Your third crime was for being so very wet. A pussy that wet should be shared with me but you were obviously planning to keep it to yourself. That cannot be tolerated."
"I'm sorry Sir. I hadn't been meaning to be selfish but when you put it that way I see it was wrong of me.
"I expect you to remember from now on. If your pussy is wet than you need to share it with me."
"I will Sir."
"Very well. So now that we're refreshed on your crimes, it's time for your punishments. Your first crime was watching a spanking video. The matching punishment will obviously be you getting a spanking."
"Yes Sir." I respond, almost eagerly. This is what I has been hoping for. "Where would you like me?"
"Come and lie over my knees."
I walk to you and awkwardly lay myself across your lap. I haven't been in this position since I was a little girl and I really had done something bad. Then I was much smaller and more easily could lay across a set on knees. You however know where you want me and guide my body into place. With a few adjustments I find myself comfortably supported by your lap and the bed. My bottom now in the perfect position for your hand.
"Let's get this out of out way." You say as you move my skirt up, gathering it around my waist. You tenderly rub my pink lace covered bottom. "Now my lovely, how many spankings do you think you deserve?"
I have no clue. The only other time you spanked me it was in play, we were both a bit drunk, and I definitely wasn't counting. I give what I think is a safe answer, "How ever many you think I deserve Sir."
"No. You aren't getting off that easy." You respond, still gently rubbing my bottom. "I want you to think about it. How many spanks does a naughty girl deserve for watching a spanking video. The girl in the movie took over a hundred swats but I think that's too much for our first time. What do you think?"
I scramble to come up with a number. "The movie was fifteen minutes long. What about fifteen spanks, one for each minute of the movie?"
"Hmmm. I like the way you think. I'm going to use that logic I'm going to double that number - fifteen spanks will be firm and the other fifteen, although still firm, with be mixed with pleasure."
"What do you mean?" I ask, happy my response pleased you.
"I'll show you." With that you raises your hand and then quickly slapped each of my cheeks. SLAP! SLAP! I let out a short scream.
"That hurt!" I say, shocked, nearly yelling at you. My bottom is stinging.
"It's supposed to." You say as you raise your hand and do it again, this time a little harder SLAP! SLAP! Again, one on each cheek.
"That really hurts!" I say, this time less yelling and more surprised. Without thinking I move my hand towards my sore bottom to rub it.