Part One
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“You have zero self-control, little girl” Marta scolded as she spanked. “Looks like sterner measures are called for this time.”
Laurie, a beautiful, petite 21-year-old redhead, wailed at this unwelcome news. Not only was her bottom on fire; she knew exactly what those “sterner measures” would be, and she was none too pleased at the prospect! She kicked more wildly; not just because of the overwhelming sting in her tail, but because she was now anticipating a singularly unpleasant week as well.
It all could have been avoided so easily, if only she’d exercised a little self-control.
Marta had bought her a Hitachi Magic Wand for her birthday, something she’d given her with the proviso that it was only to be used by Marta on Laurie and vice-versa--no cheating allowed. Laurie had a powerful sex drive (just one of many things Marta loved about her), and it had been three days since they’d had the chance to make love. Marta had come home a few hours earlier than usual on this Friday evening to find her girlfriend as naked as the day she was born, lying on the couch and pleasuring herself with the vibrator with wild abandon. The sense of betrayal Marta felt made her wield the brush with even more intensity than usual.
“Ow! OW! OWW!!”
"Such a naughty girl."
Laurie kicked and screamed, bucked wildly at the mounting fire in her tail, and squirmed in a fruitless effort to avoid the wicked sting of the wooden hairbrush for even one second. Marta, considerably bigger and stronger than she, had no problem holding her naughty little one in place to receive the whole punishment she was due.
Once the girl’s buns and thigh-tops were an angry, uniform shade of red, Marta put down the hairbrush and wiped the perspiration from her brow. It had been an epic spanking she’d just given Laurie, but of course her punishment was far from over.
“Do you remember what I promised you would happen if you disregarded our agreement?” she demanded of the howling girl on her lap. Unfortunately, Laurie was incapable of coherent speech at this point; she was wailing and pounding her fists as if her spanking was still going on.
Realizing Laurie was unable to answer just yet, Marta helped the well-spanked girl to her feet. Once Laurie regained the vertical, her hands shot back to her scorched backside of their own accord. She began rubbing furiously and leaping in place, causing her small breasts to bounce up and down. Marta decided to let her make a spectacle of herself for several moments, taking grim satisfaction in the effectiveness with which she’d wielded the brush. Then she decided her girlfriend had rubbed long enough.
“Alright, enough of that," she said. "Hands on your head, and into the corner you go.” She pointed to the confluence of two living room walls beside the TV set and gave Laurie’s well-scorched behind a little swat. Laurie shrieked; red-faced and sobbing, she could do nothing but obey. She trotted over to the wall and was soon the picture of penitence: a naughty little girl in her birthday suit, nose in the corner with her red, swollen bottom on display. Marta smiled at the lovely, satisfying sight, and couldn’t resist picking up her digital single lens reflex and snapping a picture. Laurie heard the whir-click and whirled around in indignation. Fire flashed in her eyes; she dropped her hands and for a moment anger replaced her woeful self-pity.
“Hey!” she shouted. “Not fair!”
“This is for my private album, little girl,” Marta replied icily. “Of course, if you don’t turn around, get those hands back where they belong and clam up, I can always upload it to your Facebook page." She stepped over to her girlfriend and showed her the picture in the viewfinder. "It’s an excellent shot if I do say so myself; I’m sure your Facebook friends would be delighted to see what a well-punished brat you really are.”
Laurie's eyes widened comically at how the camera had captured her humbling posture in the corner and she let out a gasp. Marta was strict, but surely she wouldn’t really humiliate her like that! Would she?
In a heartbeat, she discovered that she wasn’t willing to test the theory.
Her face a brilliant shade of red, she turned to face the corner again, put her hands back on her head, and stood stood stock-still in silence. Marta couldn’t help but chuckle a little. She would, of course, never in a million years publicly humiliate the love of her life like that; the photo really was for her eyes only. Nonetheless, she found it amusing that, after a good spanking, even self-evidently empty threats could result in such instantaneous obedience.
“Stay there and don’t move a muscle. I’m going to get a couple of things for you; this is far from over, little one.”
Laurie couldn’t help but groan aloud and stamp her foot in frustration. She knew exactly what those “couple of things” were, and she had no desire to encounter them any sooner than she had to. For the first time, she found herself wishing corner time could last forever. She heard Marta striding purposefully from the room, and groaned again at the thought of her impending doom.
[End Part One]
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I can't wait t see what happens next :)
ReplyDeleteI'm delighted to hear it, and will endeavor not to make you wait too long to find out! ;)
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