Eyes of Dominance

The third installment of Her Disciplinarian. Here is a link to the first and second in the series.

Ally nervously shifted on her feet as her hand gave a small, trepidatious knock on the familiar door in front of her.  It was Sunday afternoon, and though it was not the first time this week she had been at Chris's, given the circumstances she couldn't help but feel her stomach knot in anticipation. Ally rocked back and forth on her heels as she waited, her nerves building as she heard telltale footsteps from the other side of the door. 

The door slid open, and Chris' familiar face greeted her with a slight smile. 

"Hey, brat" he greeted her warmly, stepping aside and ushering her in. 

Smiling shyly back, unable to fully shake her nerves, Ally walked in and placed her laptop and journal on the kitchen table. Under normal circumstances, she would make her way into his living room and make herself comfortable on the living room couch, but as today was not a normal occasion she instead nervously sat down at the table and waited as Chris closed the door and calmly turned to join her.

It had been just over a month since Ally and Chris made their disciplinary contract. This was their fourth official review day, and though Ally had started to become accustomed to their developing dynamic, she still felt a chaotic mix of dread and excitement whenever one of these meetings started. Of course, she could hardly be blamed for that, given that they've mostly ended with her receiving a hard, bare bottom spanking. 

Chris walked over and paused for a brief moment, his eyes quickly appraising her, before he pulled out his own chair and sat opposite her. 

"Let's begin. I hope that your attitude has improved since last we saw each other; we don't want a repeat of Thursday, do we?" he asked pointedly.

Ally looked away, trying to hide the embarrassed flush spreading across her face. Ever since she stayed the night after her first official punishment some three weeks ago, their friendship had reignited in full, and Ally found herself heading to Chris' in the afternoon to hang out or go get food. In many ways, it felt much like when they first met over that long summer years ago, when they were close to inseparable.

However, their rekindled friendship did not mean Chris was going to let her behavior slip up, a fact that Ally was painfully reminded of Thursday night. She had a rough day at work and class, and in her sour mood had taken her anger out on him, an act that quickly earned her a trip over his knee for a session with his hairbrush. Aside from her very first spanking, it was the first time he had spanked her outside of a review session, yet he did not go any easier on her. Even now, three days later, her bottom was a bit sore, and while she was secretly grateful that he continued to hold her to their contract, she bemoaned the fact that it was much harder to get away with an attitude when she spent so much of her free time with her disciplinarian.

"Yeah, hard pass..." she muttered, still not meeting his gaze.

"I hope so." he warned, before leaning back and looking at her expectantly. "So then, how was your week?"

The session began as it always did; with Ally describing how her week went and how she was feeling in broad terms. Once that was done, Chris would have her go through each day in turn, and describe the events of that day in detail, with him asking questions to get a sense of her overall behavior and productivity. Finally, he would go over her grades, a thought that currently filled Ally with dread. With everything reviewed, he would then render judgement on her overall performance, and decide whether or not she needed to be punished. 

Ally felt herself grimace as she absentmindedly reported the events of her Monday and Tuesday. Of the three prior sessions, she only escaped a spanking once, on their second meeting. Ally knew she was a could be a bit of a handful on occasion, and she also was aware that the point of their contract was to reign in and correct the bad behavior that had plagued her for months prior. But still, a part of her felt a little embarrassed that she was needed to be disciplined this frequently. While she had come to terms with her own desires, she couldn't help but wonder what her friends would think if they knew that she, a grown woman, had to be bent over and given a spanking on a near weekly basis.

Well, I guess I don't really have to wonder anymore, she bitterly reminded herself, as she unconsciously squirmed in her chair and timidly started to inform Chris about her extremely embarrassing Wednesday. 

She had made plans to go out to dinner with Brooke after class, a chance to relieve stress after an important test. Brooke arrived just as Ally was about to get in the shower, so she decided to wait in her room as Ally got ready for their night out. Ally had forgotten, however, that she had accidentally left her journal, intended to help her keep track of each day for her review, open and on her bedside table. The same journal that held a copy of her rules, and had numerous references to her previous punishments.

Ally emerged from the shower to find Brooke giving her an extremely odd look, only to realize in horror that she was sitting right next to the wide open journal. Brooke apologized profusely for snooping, but the damage was done, and Ally had to endure a barrage of embarrassing questions all night as her best friend couldn't contain her curiosity and nearly childlike glee at learning such a juicy secret.

Chris patiently let Ally finish describing the humiliating events of that night, before he leaded back and folded his arms across his chest, appearing to be deep in thought.

Ally watched him sit in silence for a few moments, but the fresh reminder of what occurred that night left her anxious and embarrassed, and she couldn't help but prod him.

"Okay, I get that you like to sit in silence and stare pensively into nothing as you think things through, but you seriously have nothing to say? She knows about you too now; doesn't that bother you?" she questioned.

A ghost of a smirk flashed across his face for but a brief second, before his normal impassive expression returned. "Not really, to be honest I already thought you might have told her."

"What?!" Ally exclaimed. "Why the fuck would I tell her?"

"Well, all my close friends know about my preferences; I didn't think you'd run around telling everyone; merely thought that your best friend might be aware of your desires."

"Yeah, there's a pretty big difference between your friends knowing you're into something, and your best friend finding evidence that you are in punishment contract with your male friend!" she huffed.

"True..." he conceded. "Well, what's done is done. I'm sorry that happened to you. Do you think she'd tell anyone else?"

"No, Brooke knows how to keep a secret. Still, now I'm gonna have to deal with her comments all the time. Any time I shift in my seat, any time I say I have plans with you, I know she's not gonna let any of it slide without a joke or knowing smile."

"Well, maybe having someone to remind you of our dynamic when you're not here might help you learn to behave yourself," he teased, "but seriously, I'm sorry that it happened; maybe you should tell her not to bring it up as it makes you uncomfortable."

"It's fine I guess, I'm not THAT upset about it. I just wanted to keep it between us as much as possible" she whined.

"Is that why you were in such a foul mood on Thursday?" Chris asked, directing the conversation towards the next day.

Ally's breath hitched, and she gave him a pleading look. "Come on Chris. I was here all day after work; you already know what happened. There's really no point in discussing it" she reasoned.

"Oh, I believe there is. Just because you are embarrassed by what happened, doesn't mean that it's not important for my assessment of your week" he plainly stated.

"Fine"  she grumbled, "yes, that was part of it. I also had a shitty day at work." There was also another contributing factor, but Ally wanted to avoid bringing it up as much as possible, despite knowing that in a few minutes he would find out anyway.

"I remember, but you really should have told me. We could have talked it through, and what ended up happening might have been prevented" he reasoned.

Ally felt her face flush again, and stared down at the journal in front of her.

"Ally, what ended up happening?" he questioned, despite knowing the answer all too well.

Still, even directly prodded, and knowing what might happen if she doesn't answer, her pride prevented her from acknowledging the question, so she found herself sighing in annoyance and rolling her eyes.

"Young lady, I asked you a question. Do we need a repeat lesson?" he threatened. "Here, I'll start you off. You came over after class in a sour mood, and sat right on that couch ignoring me while I tried to figure out what happened. What happened next?"

"Nothing happened" Ally growled. "You thought I was being disrespectful, even if all I wanted to do was watch TV and relax."

"You ignored my every question, and when I asked you if you wanted to go out and get something to eat and talk it over, you asked me to 'kindly leave me the fuck alone,' and decided to follow it with 'if you don't shut the fuck up, I'm gonna hang out with someone who isn't being super annoying.'"

Ally winced at hearing her own heated words repeated to her, before she quietly mumbled out "I said I was sorry. I didn't mean it."

"You could have fooled me" Chris scolded. "Do you think that was an acceptable way to talk to me, either as a friend or as your disciplinarian?"

"No." She grumbled.

"Say it properly" he corrected her, his voice taking on its authoritative tone used during punishment.

"No, sir" she conceded.

"No, I don't believe it is. What happened after that?" Chris asked again, knowing full well the answer.

Ally sat fidgeting in her chair, knowing very well that if she didn't give him the answer, he might just punish her for disobedience, yet still feeling awkward saying the words.

"I got spanked" she answered lamely.

"That's too vague. Tell me exactly what happened, with detail." Chris commanded, and Ally cursed the fact that he knew just how much this embarrassed her to do.

She threw up her hands in exasperation, unsure of what else to do. "What do you want from me, a play by play? I got spanked. You bent me over and tortured me with that damn hairbrush until you thought I learned my lesson. Then, if that wasn't enough, you had me do corner time for a half hour."

"That's right" he stated. "You were acting like a brat, so you got spanked like a little brat. Quite the natural outcome, if I do say so myself."

"Yes, sir" she begrudgingly confirmed, both hating how little she felt at his admonishment, and feeling flustered as she felt a familiar desire grow despite her best efforts.

"I hope it was a clear reminder that even though I am your friend, I will not tolerate that kind of behavior from you, ever. You will treat me with respect, or you will deal with the consequences."

With that warning, Chris ran his hand through his hair and relaxed. "Well, you were punished and forgiven, so there's no need to dwell on it. Let's move on to Friday."

Grateful to move on, Ally started to talk about the last two days of the week, eager to avoid discussing such an embarrassing memory. And yet, as she summed up the relative boring events of Friday and Saturday, she realized what was to come afterwards, and that she was running out of time to stall.

She tried anyway, talking at length about a new series she started on Saturday, desperately trying to avoid the next step to their review. For what it was worth, Chris didn't seem to catch on to her trepidation, and listened on and on as she went on about episode after episode, intently listening to her every word.

Eventually though, she began to run out of things to say, and soon silence dominated the room.

Chris stretched out and gave her a light smile. "Well, I suppose that is a good a recap as any. Let's finish up and take a look at your grades; after that I'll decide if anything needs to happen tonight" He concluded, and looked over towards the closed computer lying next to Ally's journal.

"Yeah... That. I almost forgot..." Ally nervously chuckled, opening her laptop and searching up her college website, cursing her misfortune the whole time. She had previously thought of leaving her computer at home and claiming to forget it like last week, but the following session had taught her the consequences of doing so, and so she begrudgingly brought up the page that displayed all her grades for the week.

She waited with bated breath, feeling her stomach twist as she watched him peruse the page, seeing his face go from contentment to shock and quickly to annoyance. He took a measured breath, then focused his gaze on her, disappointment and anger clear to see.

"Ally, would you mind telling me why I see a D on this test? The one you took Wednesday, from the looks of it?"

"Okay, I know it looks bad, but it really wasn't my fault, and it was far harder than it should have been. Everyone was complaining about it after class!" she launched into her defense, trying futilely to minimize the grade.

"I am not concerned about the rest of your class; I am concerned with you." His eyes squinted as he looked back at the screen. "This is the same class that you got a C in last week! You had no problems in this class before; what happened?"

Indeed, last Sunday Ally had been spanked for receiving a low grade on a project. She had attempted to cover it up by 'accidentally' forgetting her laptop at home, but upon being told that Chris had driven her home to retrieve it, and once the reason for the deceit was uncovered she earned extra time with the strap for her troubles.

"I told you, it was a really hard test!" she complained.

"Ally, you are academically gifted, and this is not a class that you've ever struggled in before last week. You are studying, right?"

"Yeah, not gonna lie, it's kind of hard to study as much when I'm over here all the time" she blurted out.

"Excuse me, are you trying to pin your unacceptable grades on me?" Chris asked incredulously.

"No! I'm just saying that I've been really exhausted between work, school, and hanging out with you and Brooke. I'm still trying to find a balance. I've just been so busy...." she whined, looking downcast and pouting in an attempt to garnish some sympathy points.

"Ally, your obligations come first, always. That's why it's a part of your rules. If you need to study or do schoolwork, then you cut back on your social time, even if it's with me, Brooke, or any of your other friends" Chris scolded.

"I know! But I've just had such a hard couple weeks, and spending time here helps me focus. I'm sorry, I'll do better next time. It's really not something to get upset over...."

"It isn't? Ally, you just got spanked for this last week, do you really think I should just let this slide? If anything, all you've done is show me you didn't learn the lesson the first time."

Ally stayed silent, knowing that no matter what she said next, it would only serve to antagonize him further. Instead, she stared down and played nervously with the bottom of her t-shirt.

Chris sat silently for a minute, gathering his thoughts. When he spoke, it was exactly as Ally had feared.

"Ally, I wasn't planning on disciplining you today, even with Thursday's incident. That offense was already punished, and you seemed to have otherwise behaved yourself the rest of the week. But I can't allow you to not only let your grades slip, but do so right after receiving a punishment for it last week. That shows both a lack of respect for your schoolwork, and a lack of respect for me. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Ally continued to look down at her lap. "No, sir."

Chris ran his hand through his hair again, this time out of irritation, before he stood.

"Right, then you know what has to happen. Follow me, we will deal with this in my room." He slid the chair back under the table, and without waiting for her reply turned and walked towards his bedroom door.

Ally sat in silent contemplation, wondering if she should follow him or run out the door and head to the safety of her room. It was an appealing option, knowing what was about to happen. But this is what she asked him to do, and even if she felt nervous and embarrassed about it, she knew deep down that she deserved it. So after taking a minute to calm her nerves, she stood and pushed in her chair, then timidly walked towards the now ajar door, resigned to her fate.

The now familiar sound of skin to skin contact rung out in Chris's bedroom as his hand found purchase on Ally's bottom as the spanking began. Chris was sitting on the stool he had recently purchased precisely for this purpose, and focused intently on reddening the girlish cheeks bare before him, ignoring the pained grunts and hisses of discomfort voiced by the naughty girl across his lap.

I can't believe I have to do this again, for the same reason as last week! What has gotten into her? Chris mused, watching with sadistic satisfaction as the pale flesh started to turn splotchy and pink under his ministrations. He had known that he would likely have to discipline Ally quite regularly when he proposed the contract originally, and the sadist within him even relished the prospect personally. And yet, as a disciplinarian he felt exasperation at having to deliver the same punishment two weeks in a row, for the same offense.

Chris thought back to what Ally had said back in the living room. What she said had been true; she had been spending more and more time over his house than almost ever before. The sight of her sprawled out on his couch watching TV or bundled up on his bed flipping through her phone had become commonplace throughout the month, and despite his better judgement Chris found himself questioning whether Ally was right, and whether their renewed friendship had indirectly led to the spanking currently underway. While he personally loved having her around as much as she was, the responsible part of him knew that her academic obligations should take priority.

For just a brief moment, he felt a small pang of guilt, but pushed it aside as his rational side took over. Regardless of where she is spending her time, it was still her responsibility to follow the instructions given to her and keep her grades in line. She was far too academically skilled for this to be acceptable, of that much he was certain, and Chris resolved that she would not be over his knee for this again for quite some time.  He wanted to make sure that she would remember this night every time she sat down to study for the rest of the semester.

"This is unbelievable, Ally!" Chris scolded, his hand clapping down against her sit spots harshly. "Of all the things I imagined I'd have to spank you for when we made this contract, your grades was the last thing I thought I'd have to punish, and certainly not twice in a row."

Ally twisted on his lap with gritted teeth, caught in her growing tradition of holding on to her pride as long as she could by not crying out. It was mostly a futile effort, Chris knew, as he had not yet failed to bring her to pained sobs and desperate pleas for mercy during a spanking. Still, as much as it would make his job far easier if she stayed completely still and gave in to the discipline wholly, he sadistically noted that it wouldn't be nearly as enjoyable as watching her defenses and attitude gradually melt away as the punishment dragged on.

A loud pop filled the room as his hand smacked down particularly hard, and Ally bucked on his lap, unintentionally grinding her stomach against his groin and stimulating his already sensitive member. Chris felt just a little bit guilty that spanking Ally in such a severe way turned him on as much as it did, but as it didn't impede his ability to administer discipline, and in fact might actually enhance it, he pushed it down and rationalized that the responsibility he felt as a disciplinarian and the pleasure he derived from her discomfort didn't necessarily have to conflict.

Besides, what self-respecting dominant wouldn't feel a little bit excited having such a cute ass over his knee, he reasoned, noting with satisfaction that Ally's gasps of pain had started to become louder as the bargaining started.

"Ow, that's too hard! I'm sorry! Please stop..." she whined, her feet digging into the carpet in an attempt to push off his lap, a futile effort with his hand locked on her hip and his elbow pushed firmly against her back.

"It's not too hard, and I'm not going to stop" he disagreed, focusing his attention on fast, rapid slaps to her sit spots, eliciting a series of guttural yelps and groans from Ally. "It clearly was not enough last week, so obviously I have to pick things up a bit. Now stay still and take your spanking like a good girl."

"I'm fucking trying!" she exclaimed sharply, her legs flailing in an attempt to throw off the sting assailing her upper thighs. "It hurts!"

"Good" Chris stated plainly, not pausing once in his ministrations. "I hope it does. Maybe if it hurts enough you'll actually take this seriously."

"I am, I am, just please stop!" Ally begged, her resolve crumbling under the heavy assault to her sit spots.

But Chris ignored her and continued on with the spanking, now using his full strength to deliver harsh smacks that echoed through the bedroom. Again and again his hand found purchase on Ally's inflamed, defenseless rear, and no matter how hard she twisted and flailed his tight grip on her waist made sure that she couldn't escape the torture being inflicted on her ass. Her cries began to run into each other, and though her face was hidden from view Chris wouldn't be surprised if the first tears were starting to well up around her eyes.

With two last spanks to each cheek, Chris drew this portion of the punishment to a close. His grip on her waist relaxed as he rubbed Ally's bottom, letting her regain some of her composure in this brief respite. She had taken her punishment fairly well so far, all thing considered. Her ragged, pained breaths had already begun to calm, and though though her legs still trembled slightly, she laid still as his hand brought her a slight measure of relief for the sting.

Chris looked over towards the clock on his nightstand. Ally had spend just under six minutes across his lap. It was the longest hand spanking she had received so far, an intentional decision on his part. He wanted this lesson to stick, and to do that he needed this session to be memorable. He gave her one more minute of recovery, before moving on to the next phase of her discipline.

"Ally, stand up" he commanded, patting her butt twice and leaning back, allowing the girl to shakily rise to her feet. Chris looked to meet her eyes, but she quickly turned away and stared towards the wall. Sighing, he stepped away from the stool and grasped her shoulder, turning her towards the wooden seat.

"I want you to bend over, and grab the seat of that stool with both hands" he stated firmly, shooting her a look that left no room for argument. Still, Ally groaned and stomped her foot in defiance, still not meeting his gaze.

"Now, young lady. The longer I have to wait, the more you are going to get."

With a frustrated sigh the young woman complied, wincing quietly as she bent forward and placed her hands on the stool, wrapping her fingers around the wooden edge.

"Widen your stance and stick your butt out" Chris specified, as he casually strolled over to the closet filled with his implements of punishment. He riffled through the contents before finding what he was looking for, and tapped the item against his hand as he turned back towards Ally, satisfied at her wide eye'd stare.

In his hand was a large, wooden paddle, about sixteen inches long, with large holes drilled into the surface. Chris brandished the implement for a brief moment, intentionally within Ally's field of view, before he started to walk back to his place behind her. No sooner had he left her field of vision did the protests immediately resume.

"No... Chris please! My ass is already sore, I can't take that. That's going to fucking hurt!"

"That's the intention" he replied, before tapping the paddle against the heated skin of her backside, garnering new moans and pleas for reprieve.

"Ally" Chris started, ignoring her desperate words, "you are to stay in that position throughout the duration of this paddling. After every swat I want you to stick you butt back out and be ready for the next. Your hands are not to leave that stool at any time. You reach back or take any longer than absolutely necessary to get back in position, and not only will we repeat the stroke, but you will receive an extra for disobedience. I also want you to count each smack, and follow it with sir. 'One sir, two sir,' and so on. Do you understand?"

Ally looked like she wanted to continue her case, but at a pointed look from him dropped her gaze to the floor. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl. You're getting fifteen."

"Wait, wha- OW!" Ally screamed, as the loud crack of wood across ass filled the room. Her knees buckled briefly, and she looked back at Chris in shock."Fuck, that hurt!" 

But he only tapped his foot and stared back at her expectantly. "I'm waiting" he dryly intoned, arms crossed as he stood impassively.

Ally glared at him for a brief moment, and Chris almost thought he would have to administer an extra swat already, but right before the words left his lips she dropped her head again and muttered "One, sir."

Immediately, the second stroke fell, and and Ally cried out again, her knuckles white as she dug her fingers into the stool. "Two, sir."

Over and over again, Chris swung the paddle, each time accompanied by Ally's increasingly pained cries and counting. By the fifth swat, the marks from the paddle started to become visible through the redness of the previous spanking, and by the tenth he began to see signs of light blistering centered on the middle of each rosy cheek.

Ally was openly sobbing by the third swat, and it took her increasingly longer after each smack to force herself back into position. Yet she resolutely kept her hands wrapped around the stool, and despite needing a bit of verbal prodding, begrudgingly stuck her bottom out after each lick.

The twelfth stroke fell, and Ally composure finally broke. "Please stop! I can't take anymore. You've made your fucking point!" she yelled, and though her face was still down turned he thought he saw tear droplets fall from her face.

He walked around the stool and the bent over girl and sat on the bed, right next to her head, and with a finger lifted her chin to look at him. Her eyes were glossy, and he could indeed see faint tear streaks on her cheeks. He made eye contact with her, and waited for a moment before speaking.

"Ally, this is what happens when you break the same rule for two consecutive weeks. There will not be a third, or even this will pale in comparison. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir...."

"Why are you being spanked?" he questioned.

"Because I bombed a test, and didn't study..." she sobbed, and unsuccessfully tried to turn her head away.

"That's right. Your grades are important, and I don't care who you are with or where you are spending your free time, you will make the time to study. You are an A student. C's weren't acceptable last week. D's certainly won't be this one. If you have to break open a book or do an assignment here instead of watching TV, then so be it. But this will not happen again; I'll make sure of that. Understood?"

"Yes sir." 

"Good. Now we are going to do the final three swats. You are almost done, do not make me have to give you extras." Steeling his resolve, he released her chin and took his place behind her again.

The last three spanks were harder than the rest, and each smack had Ally taking longer and longer to get back into position, her legs shaking as the searing pain no doubt throbbing across her ass exploded anew with each stroke. Each time Chris worried that she would break and try to block or jump up and try to rub the horrible sting away. But Ally held her grip, even as the stool vibrated and rocked after each swat. 

The final crack echoed through the room.

"Fifteen, sir!" Ally cried out, her bottom a splotched mess of red inflamed flesh. Chris took a brief moment to inspect the damage, and let her catch her breath, before he tossed the paddle to the bed, and stood the contrite girl up. He held her by the shoulders, and looked her deep in the eye.

"You are forgiven, but I'm serious, I don't want to have to do that again. You don't want your grades slipping and be forced to play catch up for the rest of the semester. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir. I'm sorry" she sniffled.

"Good. Now, we aren't totally finished. Normally I'd give you corner time, but given the circumstances I think we have a much more poignant alternative. Wait here. Do not under any circumstances rub your bottom." He released her shoulders and made his way to the door, walking down the short hallway and back into the kitchen, where Ally's laptop still sat open. He picked it up and returned to the room, noting Ally's confused expression as he placed the laptop down at the small table stand positioned against the wall. He then took the stool and placed it right in front of the table.

"I recall you telling me Thursday that you have an ethics paper due on this Wednesday, did you not?" Chris asked innocently.

"Yeah...." she answered, looking a bit perplexed.

"Have you started it at all?" Chris continued.

"Just the first two paragraphs... why?" Her eyes started to narrow, as if she started to realize where this is going.

"Excellent. Then for the next hour, I want you to sit on that stool and work on your paper. I'm not going to give you a word count or anything, but I do expect you to actually work on it, so I'll be checking on your progress every few minutes to make sure you aren't just faking, or fucking around online."

Ally looked down at the stool and back towards Chris. "You're not serious..."

"I am" he replied. "You said yourself that it's been hard to find time to work on your coursework. So we're going to use this opportunity to make time now."

Chris tapped his hand on the seat of the stool, and looked pointedly at the freshly spanked girl. "This is for your benefit. I could easily make this two hundred lines instead, and I have a feeling you'd appreciate that far less. In addition, it wouldn't serve any additional purpose beyond punishment. So unless you'd rather spend the same amount of time writing the same phrase over and over again instead of being productive, I suggest you take a seat."

Ally stood in place for a brief moment, frustration clear on her face. Then, with a dramatic sigh, she rolled her eyes and pushed past him, pulling the stool out and sitting gingerly on the surface, failing to contain her weak groan of discomfort as her rear contacted the hard wooden surface.

"Ally, stop squirming and get to work" Chris' voice called from the bed behind her, and with a whine she planted her feet on the floor and started typing again. It was ten minutes after her spanking had ended, and Chris had put her in this frustrating dilemma. On one hand, she couldn't disagree that it was a fitting punishment, and she was grateful at the very least that he had not elected to give her the two hundred lines he threatened. And yet, in some ways her current predicament was worse.

The searing pain pulsating through her ass was obviously her main complaint at the moment. Ally's stomach dropped the moment she saw Chris pull the paddle from the closet, and its application lived up to its reputation. Ally was sure she would have marks for much of the following week, and could only desperately hope that there'd be no chance for another lesson any time soon; she was pretty sure she'd actually die if she got her butt spanked again this week with how sore she was at the moment. The effect was only amplified by the unforgiving wooden seat of the stool currently digging in to her already tender cheeks and thighs.

Then there was the task she was currently tasked with. While she absolutely hated writing lines, they at least allowed her to zone out to some degree, and focus her thoughts on more pertinent thoughts, such as the punishment she just received and how bad her butt hurts. However, being forced to work on school work actively forced her to try to concentrate and be productive, something that was quite hard to do after receiving a paddling, and when she tried to force herself to focus, she lost awareness of what her body was doing. And that was a problem because...

"Ally, sit up straight and put your feet on the floor."

"It hurts!" she whined in reply.

"Ally, you keep whining and I'll give you something to whine about" she heard him respond seriously. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to turn around to look at him, she guessed no, but even if she could she was not sure if she could meet his gaze without flushing with embarrassment.

"Ally, back in position."

She groaned again in frustration and forced herself to sit up. No, not only did she have to do this stupid task right after a spanking, but she also had to apparently sit with model posture on her burning rear end. Ally had hoped that Chris's attention to her form would waver as the minutes dragged on, but any time she did anything to alleviate the discomfort of sitting on her poor ass, she was immediately reprimanded.

This is so fucking stupid. Why the fuck did I agree to this dumb dynamic. Why did I not just fucking study the night beforehand like always? My ass is on fire. This fucking sucks...

Ally's thoughts were a jumbled mess of anger, embarrassment, and regret, a combination which did not lend itself to great essay work. Still, she kept her fingers moving, well aware that Chris was watching her every move, and while the feeling was not as pronounced as when she was doing corner time, she still felt her stomach flip over as she imagined how she must look from his perspective. 

Diligently she worked, periodically adjusting her posture at Chris's command. One major benefit of this punishment was the fact that she could see the clock on her computer, allowing her to see how much longer she had to go, a privileged not afforded to her in the corner or writing lines. Although the sting of the spanking started to very lightly subside, the hard wooden seat and her enforced sitting position started to become increasingly uncomfortable, and Ally found the reprimands becoming more and more common as she couldn't help but squirm in discomfort.

Thirty minutes left turned to twenty and finally ten. Desperate to focus on anything other than her ass, Ally threw herself into the essay, hoping that if she could just get through the next ten minutes without having to be scolded, she might make it through this ordeal without getting her bottom smacked again. At last, the final minute rolled by, and she watched in silent victory as the digital display on the computer flipped over.

She heard Chris stand behind her, and her nerves rose as she felt him lean over her shoulder and silently read through her work. She briefly wondered what he might do if he found it lacking, but as the brief spike of panic rose she heard him hum approvingly. 

"Good work. You actually exceeded what I thought you would accomplish. Maybe we should do this every time you have a paper due" he joked, a slight sadistic glint in his eye.

"Yeah, hard pass on that one" Ally growled, still feeling a little angry at the whole situation.

"Well, if you get your grades back up, then we won't have to worry about it again. It'll be far worse if I have do this again this semester..." he warned.

"And just how could it possibly be worse than that?" she stated incredulously.

Chris tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Let's see, how about I apply some IcyHot right after I paddle you next time? Maybe sitting on that stool would be even less fun with a butt plug hanging out your ass. Or we could just keep things simple, and I could put you back over my lap every half hour the essay isn't done, just to keep things nice and fresh back there."

Ally stared at him like a deer in headlights. "You wouldn't..."

"Dangerous words" he smiled. "But lets try avoid all that, if at all possible. Understand?"

Ally looked away, feeling herself flush. They sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound coming from the keys of Chris's laptop and the gentle taps of Ally's finger on her phone. Ally often found it best if she could come down from the emotions of a punishment on her own terms, and soon the anger she felt gradually dissipated, and the conversation started as if nothing had occurred, aside from her complaints about the state of her rear end.

The time gradually drifted by, and soon Ally had to head home in order to make bedtime and her last minute chores. She hugged Chris goodbye as was customary at the door, and laptop under arm walked back out to her car. As she leaned back into the seat she immediately winced as the paddle's effects reared it's painful head. She groaned to herself and leaned her head against the steering wheel, bemoaning how much the drive home was going to suck, before she turned the ignition and started the journey home. Now, after the fact, she could comfortably say that she was happy Chris was consistent in his commitment to hold her accountable. Three punishments over the course of a week was a testament to that. Still, as her car passed over a pothole, and she cursed wildly as the pain in her bottom reignited, she was sure of one thing. She would much sooner become a hermit and live in her schoolbooks than risk repeating that experience again.