I can’t even remember what it was I said. Sometimes my brattish mouth just runs away with me. The words spill out before I even have time to think.
His eyebrows raised disapprovingly, and I realised I had gone a step too far.
“Do you expect me to just accept this cheek?”
I dropped my gaze, “No.”
He glared at me.
“No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
No response was offered from him. The glare continued.
He paused. So many words nestled on the tip of my tongue, but I refrained.
“I am done with this brattish behaviour.” His voice was stern, unwavering. “We have a week until Christmas. Christmas can go one of two ways. A lot of fun and pleasure for you – and enjoyable punishments,” he laughed softly. “Or a serious punishment that I can promise you will not enjoy at all.”
I nodded obediently.
“Which is it to be?” he growled.
“The fun and pleasure, please Sir,”I began. It began so well. But then I just couldn’t help myself. That brat in me just could not be silenced. “Obviously,” I added.
He exhaled slowly, the exasperation clear on his face.
“That is exactly what I mean,” he sighed.
I knew how I should respond. Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes.
“GET OVER MY KNEE,” he hissed.
I realised I had already pushed too far. I stepped towards him and leaned forward, positioning myself across his lap.
“Tip toes,” he hissed again.
He knew this made the whole position much less comfortable for me. Made the backs of my legs tense to hold the position and hence intensified every spank. I tried to steady my breathing as I prepared for what was coming.
He pushed my skirt up and took in the sight of my thin blue knickers. He adjusted the elastic slightly, re-positioning them as he wished.
“Not exactly regulatory white ones for a spanking,” he sighed.
“I didn’t know I was going to be sp….,” I began. A firm slap across my right buttock stopped my protestations.
“Not another word,” he commanded. I knew better than to argue again and bit back my brattish responses.
A second firm and robust slap landed.
“You have seven days until Christmas.”
Another slap, smarting as it landed in the same spot as the last.
“You will need to prove to me you can be obedient.”
I bit back a yelp as the next landed on my upper thighs.
“I will be setting you a task each day.”
Again, on my sensitive upper thighs. I struggled not to kick out.
“View it as a demonstration of your submission.”
I wanted to growl but refrained. The next slap so hard I had to pant so as not to cry out.
He paused once again. “Do you submit to this series of challenges?” he enquired.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” A moment passed. “Knickers down.”
I tugged them down, so they hung around my knees.
His arm came in from out wide, landing across one buttock and then the other, making my flesh ripple.
“Will you do your best at all challenges?”
“Yes Sir.” I knew there was a tiny hint of exasperation in my voice which I hoped he did not hear.
His hand immediately landed hard across my pussy. My body jolted and I could not stop myself from crying out.
“You will learn to be obedient,” he reprimanded.
A wave of delicious apprehension rolled through my body.
“Yes Sir.”
“Knickers up. You will wait my instructions for tomorrow.”