Disciplining The Spoilt Brat Ch 02

Katie woke up at 7:45 the next morning. Someone was knocking at her door. "Come in," she said. Ryan walked in and reminded her it was time to get ready for school.

"I'm not going," Katie mumbled and turned over in bed.

"What do you mean 'you're not going'? That's not an option, Katie. Come on, get dressed and have your breakfast," Ryan said.

"I'm not feeling well, Ryan. Maybe it was sitting in that bathwater all that time last night, but I think I have a fever," Katie said, hoping the lie was believable.

He frowned, feeling slightly concerned now. He checked her forehead and her neck with his hand to see if she was warm, but couldn't detect anything. "Let me get a thermometer," he said and quickly went out of the room.

He went downstairs and brought back a thermometer to check her temperature. Knowing it wouldn't work, she stuck it in her mouth reluctantly.

"Your temperature is normal, Katie," Ryan said, starting to realise what was going on.

"No, it's not. I'm telling you, I don't feel well. This stupid thermometer isn't accurate, anyway," Katie replied, clutching at straws.

"Alright, I'll get the other one. It should be more accurate," he said, smirking.

"What other one?" Katie shouted.

But he had already left the room. She was mystified until she remembered that her parents used to use a rectal thermometer for her when she was a child. She mentally slapped herself. She had dug her own grave this time.

Ryan entered the room, armed with the dreaded thermometer and a small jar of petroleum jelly. He sat on the bed.

"Turn over," he said firmly.

"No way! Can't you just believe me when I say I'm ill? A little trust, please!" Katie said, trying to make him out to be the bad guy in the situation. But he wasn't going to fall for it.

"I'll trust you when I have reason to. If it turns out you're actually sick, I'll let you sleep it off. Come on, now," he said.

She felt trapped. She could hardly backtrack now. She wondered whether he would spank her worse if she told him the truth now or if he found out for himself a few minutes later.

"Come on, now, chop chop, we don't have all day," Ryan said in an amused tone and effortlessly, he turned her over so that she was laying on her stomach. For the first time, she realised how strong he was. She had hated it when over the summer of sophomore year, her prime bullying victim had grown into a complete giant.

With one hand he held her in place, and with the other, he pulled down her pyjamas to reveal her still red and still very sore bottom.

"Ryan, don't, please! This is so embarrassing!" Katie said, struggling against his strong grasp.

But he didn't listen. When he had stripped her bottom half naked, he said, "Spread."

"Is that really necessary?" Katie asked, her head buried in her pillow, her face reddening with embarrassment.

"Yes, how will I check your temperature, otherwise?" Ryan responded.

Reluctantly, she spread her legs apart, her face now as red as her butt. "Not your legs, silly," and he brought her legs together again. Then he took her hands and used them to separate her butt cheeks.

"Oh," and she blushed even more brightly than before. She couldn't believe she had willingly displayed her lady parts to him when he didn't even ask her to. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought about how gentlemanly it had been of him to correct her rather than enjoy the free view.

Then something cold interrupted her thoughts.

"What are you doing?" she gasped in shock.

"Checking your temperature, you big baby," he replied as he slowly rubbed the jelly on her tight asshole with his finger and then dipped the rectal thermometer inside it. He smirked when she clenched her muscles around it. He removed her hands from her ass and she promptly buried them under her pillow, waiting for her lie to be found out.

After a minute, he said, "It's normal. Get up and bring me a wet wipe and your hairbrush."

"Why?" she asked, mystified at this combination of items.

"Because I said so," he said with a tone of finality in his voice.

Huffing, she got up and went to the dresser, trying all the while to cover her private parts and failing. He couldn't help but find her actions adorable. He shook his head slightly at his own thoughts.

"Here," she handed both the things to him.

"Lie down on your tummy again," he ordered her.

She did as told, then felt him part her butt cheeks and wipe her asshole. To say that she was embarrassed was an understatement. But before she could dwell anymore on that thought, Ryan started speaking to her again.

"Now, what do you propose we do about your lie?" he asked.

"Uhm...let's forget about it?" she said looking back at him, a sheepish grin plastered on her face.

"Really? Don't you think this warrants a punishment?" he asked.

Honestly, she agreed with him, but she wasn't going to admit as much. "No, let's just get ready for school and leave." And she tried getting up as she said so, but he held her in place with one firm hand. She gulped. The role of the hairbrush was now becoming clearer to her.

"Not so easily, young lady. I'm going to punish you for your lie and for wasting my time. And I want you to decide the terms of the punishment. I can spank you with my bare hand for the next five minutes and you will have to be completely naked for that OR I can give you 30 swats of the hairbrush and you get to keep your shirt on. It's up to you. Oh, and you'll be lying on the table for this one."

"How about you give me a hand spanking and I can keep my clothes?" she offered, hopefully.

"No," came his short, swift reply.

"Can you do 20 swats with the brush, then?" she bargained.

"No," he said again.

She huffed, "Okay, the hairbrush, then." It couldn't be that bad, right?

"Good. Get up now and clear your desk. The faster you do it, the lighter the spanking will be," he said.

So she quickly rushed to her desk and started cleaning it. Her sense of urgency tickled his sense of humour and he soundlessly chuckled behind her, watching her every move. The sight was all the more comical because she was naked from the waist down, though he doubted that she realized that fact at the moment.

Once she was done, she turned around and he quickly readjusted his face to a more stern look.

"Good. Now lie down on the table," he said.

"You mean on my back?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Then how will you spank me?" she asked, confused.

"Just do as you're told," he said, exasperation clear in his voice.

She did as she was told.

"Come closer to the edge and lift your legs," he ordered.

Then she realised what he meant to do. The diaper position. Ugh! She could scream at her own stupidity for not realizing what he meant beforehand.

"Don't dawdle, we don't have all the time in the world," he said in a lazy tone.

So she did as asked and held her legs up, hoping against hope that her ample bottom was covering her modesty. But that was far from the case. From where Ryan was standing, Katie's pussy and butthole were in full view. It didn't help matters for her that she always kept her lady parts hair-free. He had chosen this position to increase the humiliation level of her punishment, and it sure as hell was working, if her red face was anything to go by. He could feel a sense of satisfaction somewhere inside him.

"Now, we will follow the same rules as we did with the ruler last night, okay? You will count each swat and say 'thank you'," he explained.

"Okay," she said meekly.

Then he lifted the hairbrush and gave her a swat on her left cheek. She winced and said her line. Then another swat on her right cheek and then another and another. He made sure to keep it as random as possible so that she couldn't anticipate when the next swat would come. Sometimes, he halted the spanking for a moment and watched as she clenched her buttocks together in anticipation, and then, when she relaxed, thinking that he'd stopped, he would strike again. He couldn't help but feel slightly amused at the whole situation and at seeing her body's reaction to each swat that he gave her butt cheeks.

By the time he had reached 20, she was wailing and thrashing about, and he had to hold her legs in place with one hand, while he continued spanking her with the other. At 25, she lost count. He kept the hairbrush down and rubbed her cheeks to soothe her down a little. Then he ordered her to get off the table.

"Katie, since you messed up the count, we're going to start again, okay?" he said.

"What? No! No, please! I promise I'll be good. I'll listen to you. I'll be obedient. Please don't start again, it hurts so bad," she said rubbing her sore bottom. She was practically slobbering, fluid from her eyes and nose dripping all over her face. But she hardly cared. The only thing that had her attention right now was her ass which was on fire.

"Turn around, let me look at you," he said. Maybe if it was bad enough already, he could let her go?

Obediently, she turned around, allowing him to observe her buttocks. She felt his hand go over both her cheeks one by one. She wondered whether he would let her go. Never before in her life had she regretted telling a lie.

Ryan felt slightly bad for her, but he didn't relent. The spanking had definitely warmed up her ass, but it hadn't been impactful enough to let her go just yet. What was more, rules were rules, and she needed to learn that rules weren't going to be bent just because she felt like it.

"Turn around again," he told her.

She turned to face him. She had stopped crying now, but her breathing was still heavy. Instinctively, her hands went to her poor ass, and she started rubbing it again, hoping to soothe the raging pain. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her face.

"I know it hurts. But rules are rules, Katie, and you need to learn to follow them. Do you understand?"

She hung her head at his words, silent tears dripping from her eyes, "Yes," she mumbled.

"Come here," he said gently, "put your palms on the table here and bend over."

She knew that there was no escaping it. She hated the sting of the hairbrush. Although she hadn't decided yet whether it was worse than the bath brush experience from last night. Pushing aside these thoughts, she went over to the desk and bent over. Planting her palms on the wood, she waited for the hairbrush to make contact with her butt. This time she was determined to not mess up the count.

With each swat, she whimpered but made sure to say the correct number and thank Ryan for the punishment. Halfway through, she was slobbering again, her hands flying behind her time and again to protect her tortured bottom. Ryan instructed her to lay herself on the table with her hands under her forehead. He kept one firm hand on her back and with the other, continued spanking her.

By the time he reached 30, Katie's bottom was glowing cherry red and she was bawling like a baby again. He observed her for a minute. He wasn't going to lie. He was proud of his handiwork. But it was time to soothe the poor girl's nerves.

He rubbed her back and told her to get up from the table. Without realizing what she was doing, she tumbled into his arms and buried her face in his chest. He was shocked at first, but he wrapped his hand around her small frame and shushed her. When she was calm again, he pulled away and noticed that the front of his shirt was now completely drenched with her tears. Katie was pointedly avoiding his gaze.

Ryan handed her the handkerchief again to wipe her face. "Since we have to get to school now, we'll do corner time once we're back, okay? Go take a shower and get dressed."

"Okay," she mumbled, still not looking his way. She didn't understand what possessed her to hug her spanker. It was ridiculous and embarrassing! She didn't want him to think that he had any kind of power over her. Ugh!

With these thoughts, she went into the bathroom and took off her pyjama shirt. She turned the shower tap and water for the water to get warm. Her mind was full to the brim with thoughts of her recent spanking, how Ryan had wiped her face with the handkerchief, and how he had hugged her back and comforted her. It was all so confusing. On the one hand, he was brutally punishing her and on the other, he spoke to her so gently and comforted her. She couldn't understand why he was being so contradictory. Thoughts of school took over and she wondered how she would sit all day with her ass feeling like a jellyfish had stung it. She rubbed her ass again, hoping against hope that the imprints of the hand brush didn't show during cheerleading practice.

Meanwhile, Ryan stood leaning against the desk in the room, head tilted slightly to the right, watching Katie. He was glad she wasn't crying anymore although she was still rubbing her backside gingerly. Now that she was completely naked, he was able to appreciate the way her glowing red ass stood out as compared to the rest of her pale body. He smiled, wondering whether she knew he was watching her. Then he walked out to get ready for school himself.

10 minutes later he walked back into her room and knocked on the bathroom door although it was half-open. Katie, covered in suds from head to toe, opened the door while still standing in the tub.

"I, uh, forgot my watch in here last night," Ryan said looking at her.

"Oh, it's kept near the window there," she pointed and continued, "I was just, uh, taking a shower."

Ryan smirked and gave her a once over, "Yeah, I noticed. Hurry up, we have 20 minutes to leave."

...

Ryan was downstairs reading his book again when Katie walked in wearing her uniform, her school bag slung over one shoulder. Once they'd had breakfast, they drove to school in Ryan's car. All the girls were jealous when they saw Katie riding in the car of the hottest guy in school.

"If only they knew," she thought to herself, shaking her head.

The guys from Ryan's basketball team hollered at him. Before going off to meet them, he turned to Katie and said, "Try focusing in class, okay? You'll have to ask your teachers for extensions on your homework. And be nice to people." With that, he walked off without giving her a chance to reply.

But old habits die hard and by the time school ended that day, Katie had got into a catfight with another cheerleader, fought with her French teacher in class, and got one detention. Ryan stayed an hour after school to practice with his team for the upcoming game and picked Katie up from the detention room once he was done.

"What happened?" he asked in a neutral tone.

But Katie didn't reply. She simply folded her arms and looked out the passenger side window as he drove them back home. Ryan's parents had gone to Texas to visit his great aunt who was ailing with cancer. His parents (the Carters) along with Katie's (the Williams) had decided it would be suitable for him to stay at the Williams' for the next few weeks since their housekeeper stayed on premises and it was important to have at least one grown-up to keep an eye on the kids, even though they were legally adults themselves now.

"Katie," he pressed again.

"That stupid loser Amy pulled my hair during practice. I swear she started it. So I smacked her in the boob. And then things just went out of control after that," she burst out.

"Why did she pull your hair?" he asked gently.

"Because I called her out on trying to take get into coach's good books and trying to take away my position as head cheerleader. I fucking hate her. I hate her," she said, venting out her frustration.

"Hmm what did you say to her?" he asked, curious.

She opened her mouth to speak but realised that he would only scold her if she told him what she'd said. So she shut her mouth again and looked out the window.

"What did you say, Katie? If you don't tell me now, I will ask her myself," Ryan warned.

"I called her a desperate slut" she mumbled inaudibly.

"What? I didn't hear you," he said, looking over at her.

"I called her a desperate slut, okay? She deserved it," Katie said defiantly. She got a feeling that he would think that

she

deserved punishment for it now. She was already starting to regret her actions at school. Ryan was in her French class, so she knew that he knew first-hand exactly what had happened there which is why he didn't ask her any questions about it. Yet.

"Why did you fight with Mrs. Chastain?" he asked, much to her annoyance.

"You know why! I told her quite nicely that it will take me a while to submit my homework and she just blasted me off. I don't take shit from anyone." She said proudly.

"Don't you think that if you had requested her instead of telling her, it might have worked better? I mean, you weren't doing her a favour, rather it was the other way around," Ryan suggested.

"I don't even understand why we have to have French! I mean, why do I need it?" Katie asked.

"You could have chosen something else as a second language," Ryan pointed out matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, but why do I need a second language? Why is it mandatory? Everything sucks. My life sucks," she said, kicking the dashboard from below.

"Hey! Watch it," he said.

But Katie just pouted as Ryan drove them back home. Once they reached back, they went to their respective rooms to change their clothes. Then Ryan went and knocked on Katie's door.

"Come in," she shouted while typing away furiously on her phone.

"It's corner time, Katie," Ryan reminded her.

"WTF! You can't be serious about that!" Katie said, incredulous. She thought he might have forgotten about it by now. She knew

she

had.

"I am very serious. Come on, hand me the phone. And get in the corner. Chop chop," he said.

"What's the point of corner time? I mean, okay, I get the spankings. You spank me, and it hurts, so I won't misbehave for a while for fear of being spanked again. But why do I need corner time?" Katie asked, philosophizing on the rationality of her punishment.

"Tell me, what did you think about yesterday when you were in the corner?" Ryan asked her.

"I...I was just thinking about everything that happened. About the school saying they wanted to expel me because of some shit I'd pulled, what my parents thought, and...and...the spanking you gave me," Katie replied honestly.

"Exactly. Corner time is for you to reflect on your bad behaviour, on the spanking you received, and on ways to improve your behaviour. I believe it's a really effective method of allowing a person to introspect," Ryan explained.

"But it didn't work, did it? Neither did the spanking. I did pull shit in school today," she said, torn in confusion between pride at being defiant and apprehension of an imminent spanking.

"Everything takes time, Katie. And I think our system of discipline is already having some effect on you because you admitted that you did something wrong. I'm sure you have been wondering all day whether you'd be getting punished for it," he said.

"N..noooo," she said looking away.

"Really?" he said smirking. He knew she was lying.

She gulped, "Maybe" and dared to look up into his eyes.

"Come on, hand me the phone and get into your corner," he ordered again.

"So you're not going to punish me for what happened in school today?" she asked, confused and a little hopeful.

"I will, but first, corner time for you, miss," he said, pointing towards a corner in her room.

Huffing, she handed him her phone and went to the corner and knelt, placing her hands behind her head. He went towards her, bent down, and pulled her shorts and panties down with a single yank to reveal her butt.

"Hey!" she shouted, turning to face him.

"You know the rules of corner time," he said simply and went and started reading his book again.

"Why does my ass have to be on display?" she asked, fuming.