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At first he'd just thought she was settling onto the sofa. Then that she just couldn't get comfortable. Now though, minutes on and with her still squirming around he really was at the limit of his patience.

"What are you doing?" He asked, frowning over at her. To his surprise, he found her blushing and looking profoundly uncomfortable. She wasn't even looking at him, eyes forward but still not sitting still.

"Hmm?" She asked, unconvincingly.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing, nothing," she said, also unconvincingly, and still squirming.

It was almost as if...

"Do you need the toilet?" He asked, amazed he was even saying it to her. An adult. But why else did someone move like that?

She went redder.

"M-maybe..." she mumbled.

He stared. He blinked. He asked the obvious question:

"Why don't you just go?"

More wriggling, legs clamped together. She didn't answer.

Slowly, the answer pieced itself together in his head without her help.

A smile spread across his face.

"You want me to let you, don't you?"

"I don't - it's just - I don't know!"

"Well why else are you sitting there?"

"I don't know!"

She did know, she just didn't want to say. They both knew this.

"You want me to say you're allowed," he said. She was sitting on her hands now.

"Maybe! Yes! I don't know!"

"Aww, poor girl. This is another control thing, right?" He asked and she gave a tiny nod. He thought it through. Made sense. "But for this? Oh, that's a little embarrassing, isn't it? But not as embarrassing as it's going to be in a moment..."

That finally got her to look at him.

"W-what?!"

"Well I haven't said yes, have I? And I don't think I will. I think Princess can hold it."

"That's not fair!"

"You haven't actually asked, you've just been squirming helplessly and hoping I'd pick up on the hints. And be a mind-reader, I guess. Feel like asking?"

A moment of hesitation as she weighed up how humiliating asking would be against how humiliating the consequences of not asking would be. Asking won. Just.

"Please please please can I go?" She blurted. He made a show of thinking about it, stroking his chin as she stared helplessly at him.

"No. Princess can hold it."

"What?!"

"Or Princess can learn she shouldn't just assume I know why she's wriggling about all over the place."

"That's not fair! Please!"

"It's perfectly fair, according to you, girl who decided she wanted me to be the one in charge of this. So no, not allowed. Hold it. Or don't. I think it might be 'can't' pretty soon, looking at you."

"Please please I don't I can't I..."

"Off the sofa," he said. A practical concern really, though that she immediately slid onto her knees did a lot for him. She didn't even notice how well-trained she was, didn't so much as cross her mind.

"Please..." she said again, almost under her breath now, like a tiny little prayer she was muttering to herself. "Please please please please..."

She trailed off. What had started as borderline panic abruptly stopped. She went very, very quiet and, somehow, even more red. She didn't need to say why. He knew why. They both did.

Leaning back a little for a better view of her she tutted.

"You know, with puppies I hear they push their face into it. I don't think I need to do that with you. I think you know what you did. Don't you?"

"Yes..."

He spread his legs and she wordlessly, obediently shuffled between them, face down, burning. "I'll help you take your mind off of it. Then you can clean yourself up. Sound good? Nod."

She nodded. He patted her on the head.

"Good girl. Do I need to tell you what to do here, too?"

Absolutely, forced orgasms before a spanking are exceptionally underrated. For maximum effect, the means of inducing the climax should be varied, so the one to be spanked never quite knows what to expect. Here are my three favourites:

1. The Coming Chair

Every disciplinarian should have a coming chair somewhere in their home. Even when it's not in use, it still has a presence, its thick shaft protruding from the seat like an ominous scolding finger. A naughty girl or boy might be made to sit on it before their spanking, or afterwards, when their bum is hot and stinging. They'll never quite know when they'll be sitting on the chair next, and that's what makes it so effective.

A naughty girl really deserves the same treatment as a naughty boy: with the dildo stretching her tight bum until she climaxes anally. It takes a bit longer, and it's more humiliating to have to spread her legs to expose her wet empty slit, which makes it altogether a much better prelude to a good hard spanking.

2. The Magic Wand

Alternatively, we can put the spankee in the position that they'll be spanked. They might be bent over a desk, or the back of a sofa, or made to kneel on their knees on the bed, nipples pressed against the mattress and bum raised high. We might even deliver a few preliminary smacks, or leave them in position for a spanking to wait.

Then the bulbous buzzing head of a magic wand is pressed against their perineum. We don't want the prospective spankee to come too quickly, so the tip will be moved up and down the cleft between her cheeks. All whilst warning them not to climax, and making clear they'll be getting a thorough spanking when they inevitably come.

3. The Watched Wanking

Another embarrassing alternative is to have them stand with their underwear around their ankles, and order them to masturbate as their disciplinarian watches, and ensures they don't come too quickly.

To prolong their humiliation the best idea is to put a pen and page of blank paper on the desk in front of them. When they're told to stop stimulating themselves, have them pick up the pen instead, and write another line of their confession with their sticky fingers. A naughty boy can spurt across his confession to sign it, whilst a girl can scoop her coming cream from her swollen slit and endorse her words with a gooey fingerprint.

Whatever method we disciplinarians choose, the spanking should start in earnest immediately after they come. Ideally the first whacks should land as the orgasmic aftershocks ripple through their body, and continue as the bliss dissipates, rapidly replaced by an intense lucidity.

When a miscreant is spanked at the very moment when their sexual urges are at their lowest, they'll discover just how more intensely shame and embarrassment can sting the mind. Meanwhile their bodies will be exquisitely sensitive to any sensation, especially pain and discomfort. Stripped of pleasure during the refractory period, a spanking feels like a genuine punishment.