Contains mature content.
©2021 Michael Raven
She gave him a swift swat on his bare ass with the riding, hard enough to make him whimper and the welts starting almost immediately after she’d struck him. It was punishment for the repeated typos on the document he’d agreed to write for her as part of their roleplay, as the first stage in his training..
It was a minor transgression, and she suspected that he’d done it on purpose just so he’d get the punishment he was receiving. What he hadn’t counted on, she thought, was the fact that she had a very firm hand after years of practice with her last trainee. Or, that she would make him wear high heels, seamed stockings and a garter belt — without panties to offer even a modicum of protection from her firm disciplinary hand. She’d found such costumes tended to make her charges more pliable much faster.
And, she had o admit, she quite enjoyed his obvious discomfort.