I was sitting in the stacks taking a break from my dissertation research when I heard his voice.
“You really shouldn’t be sitting like that, Little Girl…”
We had set a lunch date, but I must have lost track of time.
I immediately moved my legs up and kneeled, demuring myself before him. I hadn’t been paying attention or thinking about rule #1 (No panties, at any time).
Why didn’t I just wear pants?! Because it was too damn hot for pants in the library since the AC busted last week. So I’d had no choice... But I knew Daddy would say “there is always a choice, Kitten. You just didn’t like either option.”
Shit, my mind had wandered when I was supposed to be focused on rule #2! (Kneeling before him in submission after time apart, as long as the space was private).
"First you put your pussy on display for anyone to see, and then you let your mind wander while you’re suppose to be displaying your respect. Is everything okay, Kitten?”
“It’s just a lot being filed into my brain Sir, and sometimes it feels like the reference cards are in the wrong order.”
“I understand, Kitten. You have been at this for a while, it makes sense that your brain is a little tired and confused.”
I exhaled with relief… but I should have known better.
“Be that as it may, you did not abide by the spirit of the rules, so I cannot abide that without some correction,” he said as he sat down.
“Since you didn’t mind being on display a few minutes ago, I think right here will do just fine.”
I knew there was no use arguing. He understood, and if he felt like foregoing punishment was the right move, he would have made that call.
I leaned forward until my hands hit the floor, and crawled towards him like a good pet.
When I reached him, he said “good girl, now what do you do?”
I moved until I was bent over his lap, ass up, ready for discipline.
“I think 5 will be fine, but they will be hard, and you must be quiet,” he said.
“I don’t know if I can be quiet, Sir,” I said, looking up at him.
I watched him watch me as he took off his tie. I opened my mouth dutifully and felt his fingers on my chin as he gagged me with it.
The library was deserted, thankfully I was not on a traditional time table for my dissertation, and most people were not in need of the books yet.
“Now, Kitten, with this gag you won’t be able to count, so I will.”
I nodded my head in response.
His hand came down, fuck, really fucking hard, and I jumped forward, yelping around his tie in my mouth.
I settled back, and he hit my bottom again. Harder this time.
Harder again. Just on the edge of too much. I started crying. I rocked in his lap, tears coming down, body slack as the fourth one hit my tender bottom.“
"Four. Last one, Kitten, you’re doing such a wonderful job taking these spankings. You are such a good girl. My Good Girl.”
I smiled through the tears at his praise. Then I braced myself. The last one was always the hardest. His hand came down and tears turned to sobs.
“Five.” He said, and pulled me into his arms.
He rocked me as I sobbed, the pain releasing something deep inside of me.
I don’t know how long we sat there. How long he held me and caressed me. How long he whispered praise and gratitude before removing the gag.
“How do you feel Kitten?” He asked when my tears had slowed from his soothing.
"You're very welcome, my Kitten."
He helped me off his lap, stood up and looked at me. Outline of his hardness in his pants. Pupils a deep dark.
“We both need to get back to work, but don’t forget to put your salve on. You may cum once this afternoon if you would like, but you will record it and send it to me.”
He knew I was soaking wet from the pain. He chose spanking because he knew that it would help clear my head, allow me to focus, make me want… but still be a reminder of propriety within the rules.
“When I get home, I’d like you to be in position #4.” He said, adjusting himself from the pain of unfulfilled arousal.
I swallowed and looked at him.
Position #4, fuck, that meant….
“Yes, Kitten, I am going to completely ravage that pretty asshole of yours tonight. It’s going to hurt, you’re going to take it and you’re going to cum all over my cock. Then you are going to thank me.”
His eyes were glazed over as he leaned down and kissed me goodbye.
“But not until I let you.” He said, and walked out.