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about to, but she knew it would only land her in more trouble so she held her tongue.
“Discipline. That is what you lack, Brittany. Discipline instills confidence, it allows one to tackle life’s challenges, it brings success, and helps to propel us forward, or, to use your word, to be daring,” he declared. “What you did was daring, but it was wrong, very wrong. That kind of foolishness is about to be spanked out of you. Over the next few days I will attempt to instill the appropriate type of daring, the confidence you’ve been lacking. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked, then taking a deep breath she turned her head into the pillow.
She’d was expecting a hot hand to sting her bottom, but it didn’t happen. To her horror his fingers gripped her cheek, pulled it aside, and he touched something to her back hole.
“Aaarrgh, what are you doing?” she cried, lifting her head from the cushion.
A shocking volley of smacks followed her protest, and when his hand abruptly stopped, her bottom was on fire and she was gasping for air.
“I’m sorry,” she bleated breathlessly, “I just didn’t expect…” she panted.
“Discipline, Brittany, can take many forms,” he said sternly. “You attempted to control me, and now you will learn it is I who has the control, and I will do with you as I see fit. You are suffering embarrassment and humiliation because of the arrogance you have shown. To think, for one minute, that you could engineer events, that you would dare sneak into my cabin…it’s shameful,” he scolded.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, “I get it.”
“Be quiet, I don’t want to hear another word out of you,” he growled, and grabbing her scorched flesh, he again pulled her cheek to the side.
The moist intruder tickled for just a moment before attempting to push its way into her dark depths. Groaning into the pillow she wiggled in protest, but even that silent protest wasn’t permitted, and was met with several more hard swats. The message loud and clear; be still and be quiet.
For the third time he repeated the process, holding her cheek aside and touching whatever it was to her frightened anus.
This time she held still, holding her breath, and as he pushed it forward a prickling heat burned through her face, down her neck, and through her body. Everything stopped, and she found herself cloaked in heavy silence. He was holding it inside her, making her feel it, making sure the gravity of the moment enveloped her.
Duncan allowed a few slow minutes to tick by, then began tapping the flange of the butt plug. He knew it would underscore the punishment, and send forth a fresh wave of humiliation.
“Now then, Brittany, do we understand each other?” he asked, his voice quiet but firm.
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.
“Who is in control?”
“You are, Sir,”
“What happens if you misbehave?”
“I, uh, get punished, Sir.”
“You get punished, though I prefer the word, disciplined. You will be disciplined,” he said firmly. “Now I’m going to spank you, Brittany, long and hard and slowly. You will not beg me to stop, you will not lift your head from that pillow to cry out, you will not gyrate your hips to avoid my hand. You will show me that you have learned your lesson by being still and accepting my hand, remembering that the spanking is discipline that you have earned. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir, but can you take that thing out before you start?”
Duncan could not believe his ears. He had just completely humiliated her, he had laid down his rules, and he had made her vulnerable position perfectly clear, and what she had come back with?
Can you take that thing out?
For a brief moment he wanted to laugh. In all the years he’d been harpooning and spanking naughty bottoms, never, at this point in the proceedings, had he been met with, but can you take that thing out?
How the bloody hell do I counter that? Another flurry of swats isn’t going to help,
“Discipline. That is what you lack, Brittany. Discipline instills confidence, it allows one to tackle life’s challenges, it brings success, and helps to propel us forward, or, to use your word, to be daring,” he declared. “What you did was daring, but it was wrong, very wrong. That kind of foolishness is about to be spanked out of you. Over the next few days I will attempt to instill the appropriate type of daring, the confidence you’ve been lacking. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked, then taking a deep breath she turned her head into the pillow.
She’d was expecting a hot hand to sting her bottom, but it didn’t happen. To her horror his fingers gripped her cheek, pulled it aside, and he touched something to her back hole.
“Aaarrgh, what are you doing?” she cried, lifting her head from the cushion.
A shocking volley of smacks followed her protest, and when his hand abruptly stopped, her bottom was on fire and she was gasping for air.
“I’m sorry,” she bleated breathlessly, “I just didn’t expect…” she panted.
“Discipline, Brittany, can take many forms,” he said sternly. “You attempted to control me, and now you will learn it is I who has the control, and I will do with you as I see fit. You are suffering embarrassment and humiliation because of the arrogance you have shown. To think, for one minute, that you could engineer events, that you would dare sneak into my cabin…it’s shameful,” he scolded.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, “I get it.”
“Be quiet, I don’t want to hear another word out of you,” he growled, and grabbing her scorched flesh, he again pulled her cheek to the side.
The moist intruder tickled for just a moment before attempting to push its way into her dark depths. Groaning into the pillow she wiggled in protest, but even that silent protest wasn’t permitted, and was met with several more hard swats. The message loud and clear; be still and be quiet.
For the third time he repeated the process, holding her cheek aside and touching whatever it was to her frightened anus.
This time she held still, holding her breath, and as he pushed it forward a prickling heat burned through her face, down her neck, and through her body. Everything stopped, and she found herself cloaked in heavy silence. He was holding it inside her, making her feel it, making sure the gravity of the moment enveloped her.
Duncan allowed a few slow minutes to tick by, then began tapping the flange of the butt plug. He knew it would underscore the punishment, and send forth a fresh wave of humiliation.
“Now then, Brittany, do we understand each other?” he asked, his voice quiet but firm.
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.
“Who is in control?”
“You are, Sir,”
“What happens if you misbehave?”
“I, uh, get punished, Sir.”
“You get punished, though I prefer the word, disciplined. You will be disciplined,” he said firmly. “Now I’m going to spank you, Brittany, long and hard and slowly. You will not beg me to stop, you will not lift your head from that pillow to cry out, you will not gyrate your hips to avoid my hand. You will show me that you have learned your lesson by being still and accepting my hand, remembering that the spanking is discipline that you have earned. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir, but can you take that thing out before you start?”
Duncan could not believe his ears. He had just completely humiliated her, he had laid down his rules, and he had made her vulnerable position perfectly clear, and what she had come back with?
Can you take that thing out?
For a brief moment he wanted to laugh. In all the years he’d been harpooning and spanking naughty bottoms, never, at this point in the proceedings, had he been met with, but can you take that thing out?
How the bloody hell do I counter that? Another flurry of swats isn’t going to help,
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