Every step is awkward because my panties are still around my thighs. I have to walk with my legs parted to keep them from slipping down to my ankles.
Master Kellen sets a hand on my neck and presses my forehead against the corner. “Nose to the wall. Tits also. Clasp your hands behind your back. Keep your legs spread. Don’t let your panties fall.” He bends down and sets my feet where he wants them, wide, toes touching the wall also. “You’ll stand here until I tell you to move. Use the time to think about your disobedience. I know you’re aroused. That’s normal. You’ll never get relief from a punishment spanking though, so get used to that feeling of being left on the edge if you intend to be naughty very often.”
His hands leave my skin, and I hear him walk away.
I drag in a breath, shocked, shaking, nervous, furious, frustrated, and so fucking aroused.
Chapter 6
Master Kellen
Sabine is shaking, but damn, it was hard for me to control my own reaction to her sweet little body and how she has reacted to my discipline.
I have no doubt she has either consciously or subconsciously defied me just to see what would happen. She’s found out.
I’m not used to having a girl like her. I’ve never once had a little who was intentionally naughty. I fear she will defy me often. It’s in her nature. She doesn’t realize she’s testing me. She needs me to punish her every time she disobeys me. She’s practically screaming out with the need for structure.
She’s a classic case of someone who grew up with indulgent parents and craves a more disciplined life. My spanking tells her I care.
As I sit at the kitchen table watching her, my cock stiffens more by the second. Her pale skin is covered with a dusting of freckles. Her bottom is pink. It will be sore later. I knew she was enjoying my punishment by the noises she made, but I was still stunned to find her pussy soaked. Her juices covered my fingers.
Her reaction is both good and bad. Obviously, I want her to enjoy every moment of being my little. That’s the goal. But if she gets off so strongly on every punishment, she might be inclined to misbehave.
I smile, knowing I can easily squash that problem by denying her any form of release on the days she ends up in the corner. She might spend a few days frustrated beyond belief, but eventually, she’ll learn.
I’m impressed that she has managed to stand still in the corner for her first timeout. She’s trembling but hasn’t made any large movements. After fifteen minutes, I stand. “You may turn around now, little one.”
She sways as she pushes off the corner and awkwardly faces me. Her nipples are hard pink points. Her breasts are small and perfect. I know she’s used to wearing a bra. Most women are. But she doesn’t need one for support.
Her pussy is pink and swollen. I can see it glistening from where I’m standing.
I cross the room and open a drawer at the end of the counter, pulling out a tube of ointment. I open it as I return to my seat. “Come here.”
She waddles toward me, hands at her sides, legs spread awkwardly so that her panties don’t slide down.
I’m proud of her. I know it’s a lot to absorb. She’s trying. “Lean over my lap again, little one. I’m going to rub this ointment onto your sore bottom. It will ease the sting.”
She keeps her gaze down as she shuffles closer to my side.
I help her lie over my lap once again and then squeeze some of the cream onto my fingers. With a hand at the small of her back, I rub the ointment into her tender skin.
She whimpers.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.” She squirms on my lap, arching her bottom subtly upward.
I finish and then stand her between my legs and pull her panties over her bottom. With two fingers under her chin, I lift her face to meet my gaze. “I know you’re aroused. That’s normal. You won’t be permitted to come on days you need a spanking or a timeout.” I lift a brow, waiting for her to react.
She swallows. “I’m…”
“What, baby girl?”
She squeezes her legs together. “I’m so horny.”
“I know.” I slide my hands up from her waist to her breasts, cupping them for the first time, weighing them. I stroke my thumbs over her nipples, making her tip her head back and moan. To bring her back to center, I pinch her sexy little buds quickly and hard.
She gasps. “That’s not helping, Sir.” She steps closer.
“I know that too, little one.” I release her tits. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” I make my way to the mudroom, grab her dress from the counter, and return to her side. “Arms up.”
She lifts her arms, her chest rising with the action.
I find myself reluctant to lower the cotton material over her head. I’d rather spend the day looking at her tits. But this lesson isn’t about me. It’s about her. As soon as the material falls into place, I turn her to one side and remove the ribbon from her hair, followed by the elastic band. Without a word, I gather her hair gently and run my fingers through it as I rearrange it so that the pigtail will be high on her head. After replacing the hair tie and the ribbon I switch to her other side.
When I’m done, she looks much younger. I lift her chin again. “When you choose eight or younger, I mean for your pigtails to be up high like this. Not like a flirty college girl.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes.
“Good. Now, let’s go to my office. I need to take care of a few things, and you can spend the time writing in your journal.” I take her hand and lead
