Passing the test

The brown-eyed girl is in a strange mood, brooding over something.

‘What is it? What do you want?’ I ask.

She hesitates. ‘I want to be spanked,’ she says eventually.

Ever the gentleman, I am more than willing to oblige. I haul her down over my knee and lift her skirt. Pulling down her knickers, I set to work, smacking her pretty little bottom with vigour. She squeals and wriggles. I grab her hair and twist it to keep her still. She continues to protest. It appears that the spanking has taken her by surprise. It’s harder than she expected.

I’m spanking in earnest now, stinging blows that have her writhing this way and that. She makes a determined effort to get away. I hold her down forcibly with my left hand and spank harder than ever. After a while the protests die down; she goes quiet and her body is still. Every now and again I stop spanking and caress her bottom, bright pink now and hot to the touch. Then I resume.

At last my hand is sore. I pause again, and while stroking her I explain that though she requested it, she is not the one who decides how hard the spanking shall be, or when it will end. I will stop when I think she has had enough. I ask her if she understands this. ‘Yes,’ she says, in such a small voice I can hardly hear.

I tell her to strip and lie face down on the bed. I fetch the flogger. I trail it up and down her back, over her red and smarting bottom, down the backs of her thighs. Then I set to, bringing the flogger down hard across the centre of her buttocks. The thud of the flogger brings gasps and whimpers, but no longer does she try to get away. Finally, when I am satisfied I have made my point, I put the flogger down and feel between her legs. She is dripping wet.

Later, the brown-eyed girl tells me that her ex spanked her once or twice, but would always stop if she showed any resistance. This is worse than useless to the submissive girl. If she has the temerity to ask for a spanking, she needs to get more than she bargained for. She doesn’t get to dictate terms.

‘Unlike him, you didn’t stop,’ she says. ‘You kept on going, harder than ever. You passed the test.’