come one, come all

Oh, you think I wouldn’t notice? You can’t tell me you didn’t expect me to come into my bedroom and find you like this. Good boys don’t lie like that, puppy. Besides, you’re already leaking through the fabric, excited about what I’d do to you when I find you like this, laying on my bed, needy and wet and ready for your Mistress.

Get over here now, pull that slutty skirt of yours up and bend over my desk. This time there won’t be a number. This time I don’t take the burden of deciding for you. This time you have to decide on your own when you’ve reached your limit, when you know for sure that you’ve learned your lesson.

Oh, whining already? Telling me how unfair I am? Begging me to take this decision off your shoulders?

No, no, sweetheart, that’s not how this works, you see. Punishments aren’t supposed to be good, aren’t supposed to be easy. You need to regret your poor behaviour. Your whining could have fooled me, could’ve made me weak even, if I didn’t know that you’re already wet before the first strike meets your beautiful ass.

but when you do - when you finally are alone with them - they react so suprised, as if they didn’t know what they had to expect after acting bratty all day, and they try to talk themselves out of it, try to be cute and show you those puppy eyes, and act like you’re treating them so, so unfair when you punish them for provoking you all day

and they’re not even aware that this is making it even more fun for me

yes, keep on struggling, keep discussing with me while I drag you with me to the bedroom, so we can finally begin playing - well, playing it is for me, not so much for you