A better girl

He pulls her down over his knee, lifts her skirt.

‘I’m going to spank you,’ he says.

‘Yes, sir,’ she says. What else is there to say?

‘But do you know why I’m going to spank you?’

She thinks. ‘Because you want to? Because you can?’

‘Yes,’ he says. ‘But also, because I’m going to make you a better girl.’

She thinks about this. Is she not good already? He’s stroking her bottom gently. It’s soothing.

‘And the harder I spank you,’ he says, ‘the better girl you will become.’

She’s still thinking as he continues to stroke her bottom. He’s now pulled her knickers down. His hand feels delicious against her bare bottom, but she’s tingling too, in anticipation.

‘Are there particular areas of improvement you are looking for, sir?’ she says.

He considers carefully her exact tone of voice. Is there, just faintly, a suspicion of cheekiness? Suddenly he brings his hand down hard onto her right cheek. She squeals. There’s a brief pause, then the other cheek gets the same treatment.

‘What I hope,’ he says, ‘is to purge you of even the slightest trace of brattiness, skittishness, or sass.’

He starts to spank her hard, left, right, left, right. Then he pauses. ‘Do I make myself clear?’ he says.

‘Yes, sir,’ she says breathlessly.

He resumes the spanking, talking over the sound of loud smacks and occasional whimpers. ‘By the time I’ve finished, and this is going to take a good long while, I shall expect your manners to be perfect, and your attitude entirely without fault.’

He spanks her harder, and still harder.

‘Am I getting through to you?’ he asks.

‘Yes, sir,’ says a small, quavering voice. She wonders how long before he takes his belt to her.