Donna had told Mia to be in the study, ready for a spanking when she got home that evening. Unsure when her mistress would be home, she waited by the window overlooking the street until she saw Donna's BMW turn into the drive. She had been given a hand spanking that morning before going to school, because her midterm average was down below 2.5. Donna expected her to maintain at least a 3.0 in all five subjects that she was taking at the university.
It didn't seem fair to Mia. She could do well in some subjects, but this semester she had two science courses and a math course, and those were always her worst subjects. She worked hard to keep her grades up, but she just hadn't been able to do well in those subjects.
Mia was in the corner of the study, dressed in only her shirt and panties when Donna entered the room. She had folded her jeans and laid them across the desk earlier, that was what Donna would expect of her. She didn't turn around when her mistress came in, knowing that would just get her into more trouble, and Donna didn't say a word until Mia had heard the chair being moved into position. When Donna called her name, Mia turned and walked to the chair, where Donna sat, ready to take the younger woman across her knee.
"We're going to have to do something about getting your grades up," Donna said. "I have hired a tutor for you in math, which seems to be where you're having the most trouble. He'll be here later this evening, and I'll expect you to pay close attention to his instructions."
"Yes ma'am," Mia said.
"I am having Melissa come in to help you with your science courses two nights a week," she said. "Melissa, of course, will take care of any discipline you need on those nights herself. The young man I have hired to tutor you in math will be given instructions on what measures to take with you if you are not making significant progress in your studies. I will supervise any discipline he feels is necessary, or, if he is too lenient, I will discipline you myself. Is that understood?"
"Yes ma'am," she said.
"Get the hairbrush out of the top drawer of the desk and bring it to me," Donna said.
The brush was in the middle drawer of Donna's desk. It lay on the right side, the place Donna kept it. There were other instruments in the desk that Donna used to discipline her girl, in the lower drawer was a belt, a wooden paddle, and two leather paddles, a cane was kept on the top of the bookcase, but it was seldom used for discipline. Donna tended to prefer the hand and brush, with resort to the paddle on occasions when she thought Mia needed a little extra sting. She could make Mia beg easily with the belt or any of the paddles.
She kept the brush in her hand as Donna pulled her panties down to her knees, and told her to get over her lap. Donna, she knew, would ask for it when she was ready.
When her mistress rubbed her backside, she gave a soft sigh. There was something very comforting about being across her mistress' knee. She didn't cry out as Donna warmed her backside with a few slaps, first to one cheek then the other. This wasn't her punishment, not yet. This was just to get her ready for the punishment to come.
"You have such a pretty ass," Donna said. "I expect the tutor will like it. He seems like a nice young man, from the talk I had with him, and I suppose he'll want to fuck you. If you want to fuck him, that's your decision, but I must be informed first."
"Yes ma'am."
"Of course, any sex must be apart from the time that I am paying him to tutor you, so I'd better not come into the room and find you doing anything but studying. I will discuss your progress with him before he goes. Now hand me the hairbrush."
The hairbrush came down hard on her bare backside, bringing a cry from her lips. Donna didn't hesitate between blows, but brought the brush down repeatedly, first on one of the girl's pretty ass cheeks, then the other. The pain was intense from the first smack, and soon Mia was crying and begging for the punishment to end.
Donna might as well have been deaf, though, for all the good Mia's pleas for mercy did her. A disciplinary spanking was supposed to hurt, she would say, and keep on laying on the smacks. When she stopped, she rubbed the girls backside, gently and softly, but the touch still burned, When Donna dropped the brush to the floor, she gave her girl a couple of hand smacks before telling her to get up.
"Pull your panties up, and go put on a skirt for dinner," Donna told her. "We're expecting your tutor at eight, which gives us about an hour to eat."
Donna had brought in takeout from the Deli, and all Mia had to do was reheat it in the microwave and serve it on plates. When the meal was done, she washed the dishes and then went into the living room, where she knelt in front of Donna and lowered her head to the older woman's lap. Donna touched Mia's head, stroking her hair.
"I know that you try very hard," Donna said. "That's why I have arranged for you to have tutors. If you work especially hard, if you make all A's this semester, I'll give you a reward, a week in the summer house with Melissa. Would you like that?"
