"Strip from the waist down"
He looked so scary right now, she didn't even think about questioning him. Quickly, she took off her shorts and panties and stood in front of him wearing only a tank top that reached her waist, her hands covering her lady parts.
"Come here," he gestured towards one leg. She didn't understand exactly what he expected. Feeling impatient, he grabbed her arm and pulled her over his left knee so that she was facing the wall behind him and both her legs were on either side of his left thigh.
He spanked the living daylights out of her for the next 5 minutes. No matter how much she pleaded, no matter how loudly she cried, he didn't relent. Then he told her to get up. She did as told. Her face was a mess of fluids and almost as red as her ass cheeks. She rubbed her bum to try and ease the pain but she was far from feeling any relief.
"I want you to go to my room and bring back my leather belt. It's hanging on the chair."
"N...no. No, Ryan. Please. Please don't. Please! I've learnt my lesson. I'm sorry. Please don't use the belt on me. I'm already so sore."
"Go quickly. The more time you waste, the more swats you'll receive."
"But Ryan," she protested.
"Go."
Feeling defeated, she trudged to his room and retrieved the dreaded belt.
Once she'd handed it to him, she got back in position over his knee, hoping that her lack of resistance might soften the impending blows to her butt.
It didn't.
Ryan was merciless to her poor aching ass.
"Stop moving, or I'll hit harder," he ordered her. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't control her urge to protect her ass with her hands.
"Please...please" she cried out. But he paid no heed. Swat after swat, he hit her butt, first one cheek then the other. Then he paused for a while and observed her. Her butt was flaming red now and he could feel the heat coming off of her. Her pussy lips were dry and quivering. He used one end of the belt and slid it slowly down her butt crack and over her lips. Katie clenched hard and grabbed on to his shirt from behind in a tight fist.
The reason he was being so harsh with her was that he was disappointed. The first couple of times he had spanked her, he thought he had succeeded, even if just by a little, in disciplining her. He thought she was starting to understand that she couldn't just go about doing whatever she wanted. After all, the consistently self-absorbed and self-entitled girl had been reduced to a crying and pleading mess at his hands. He had been in control and she had acknowledged that fact, no matter how unwillingly. But it had obviously not worked as well as he had thought. He decided that he needed to up the ante.
"Tell me what is happening right now, Katie?"
"You...*sniff* you're *sniff* spanking me."
He gave her one tight swat of the belt on her right butt cheek. She flinched.
"And why is that?"
"Bec...because I was bad"
*thwack* came the looped belt across her already seared bottom. She struggled against him, but could hardly free herself from his firm hold.
"In what way were you bad?"
"I didn't do my chores, as we had discussed."
*thwack**thwack*
"And why didn't you do your chores?"
"Because I got distracted by my phone."
*thwack**thwack*
"And why were you supposed to do those chores in the first place?"
"It was my punishment for being bad at school."
"That's right." And then he continued thrashing her bare bottom until he was satisfied that he had got the message of discipline across to her. Once he was done, he ordered her to get up. She got up quickly, her hands flying to her backside.
"Hands by your side," he said, watching her tear-streaked face, still twisted in agony. He supposed the leather belt had done its job and provided her with a spanking she would never forget. He was satisfied for the moment.
"Corner time. Now. 20 minutes. No fidgeting. No talking. Do you understand?"
She nodded and hurriedly went to her corner and got into position. Her face was still covered with tears and mucous was running down her nose. But she didn't have the guts to wipe her face in case she got even more punishment for fidgeting. She couldn't get her mind off of the spanking. Ryan had been brutal to her. No handkerchief, no gentle words of comfort this time. He was all mean. She decided she hated him. Hated him for spanking her. Hated him for humiliating her by stripping her naked. And he didn't even allow her to soothe her flaming bottom. Yes, she hated him. She spent the remaining of her time in the corner, making him out to be a complete ogre whose sole purpose was to ruin her life.
Ryan, meanwhile, lay on the bed beside her and continued reading his book in peace. He knew that there was no point in dwelling too much on Katie and her punishment at the moment. Both of them needed some time to cool down.
After 20 minutes, he got up and called her towards himself. She walked over, looking anywhere but at him. He could feel the anger and resentment radiating from her. But he would deal with that later.
"Please tidy up your room, now," he said, quietly but firmly.
"Can I get dressed, at least?"
"No. And take the belt and go back and keep it where you found it from."
He saw anger flash in her eyes as she looked at him. Then without a word, she picked up the belt and left the room. Once she was back, she promptly started fixing her room. Everything was a mess. Books and dirty cutlery all over the table. Clothes lying here and there on the floor. Her mind kept wandering to the spanking. Was her behaviour so bad that she deserved such a severe punishment? Maybe she was too quick to judge Amy? After all, she didn't really know what she had been talking to the coach about. She had only heard rumours that she was eyeing the head cheerleader position. As for Mrs. Chastain, now that Katie had had the time to think about it, she admitted to herself that Ryan had been right. If she had tried nicely, maybe the teacher would have been nice to her as well. But none of this reduced the amount of hatred she felt towards Ryan at the moment.