A shorter story all about spanking. Enjoy. As always, comments, messages, criticisms, and votes are welcome and appreciated.

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I sit on the chair. It was an older, wooden chair from a dining room set. Not my favorite chair or the most comfortable, but my leather chair has armrests, which are not ideal for this activity. She stood naked beside me, a tear already running down her cheek. She knew what was to come.

Also beside me was a small side table. On it lay a crop, a whip, and a wooden spoon. Occasionally, she had glanced at the table to see what objects were being placed upon it. She knew that was also against the rules but she did so anyway. From the moment I informed her of her punishment, her duty was clear. She was to strip naked in front of the large window in the living room, maintain “waiting” position staring straight ahead until I called for her, and not disobey me further. This small act would add to her punishment.

I patted my lap, it signaled that I was ready for her and that she was to get into the next position, face down on my lap. This is not generally too challenging of a position; however, I expect that she hold the legs of the chair and keeps her legs off the floor. Balance is crucial with these rules and when one is being spanked, balance is typically not the first thing a sub is thinking about.

Now readers, you may be concerned about safety with such a setup. What if a hard strike causes her to become unbalanced and tumble off my lap and onto the floor, face first or the chair to tip over. There are two keys to this, first, maintaining your own balance sitting in the chair. Being in control at all times as a Dom is important. The second is to have a firm grip on your sub with your other hand, I recommend grabbing her hair or an arm underneath squeezing her tit to hold her in place.

Once in position, I begin with a question. I always start her punishment this way.

“Does slave understand that this punishment is going to hurt?” I ask sternly.

“Yes”, her voice is soft, she is still trying to hold back her tears. Her smooth skin baths in the warm light of the day. She winces at my first squeeze of her large breast.

“Yes what?” I say, noting that this will also add to her punishment.

“Yes Sir.” She says quickly, aware of her mistake.

“Tell me why slave is being punished.” It isn’t a question, it is a statement, a command. She knows the answer and she knows to answer truthfully. Now is not the time for games or to test her place in this relationship.

“This slave is to be punished for disobeying rule seven, slave is to shave everyday.” She continued, “Also, slave is to be punished for disobeying rule one, slave is to properly address Master at all times.”

“And?” I prompted. It appeared she was forgetting about her lack of focus while I prepared the implements of her punishment. I gave her several moments to think. The silence was deafening. Perhaps she had hoped I hadn’t seen her wandering gaze, but I had.

“What are you going to be punished with slave?” I asked. It clicked for her.

“This slave is also to be punished for disobeying rule seventeen, slave is to look straight ahead while in the waiting position.” She yelled, any fear in her voice was now replaced by the hope that quick, confident answers will result in leniency.

“Fifty strokes”, I state. My voice is monotone, without emotion. The coldness in my voice, my demeanor, in the way I raise my hand high before it rushes through the air striking my slave’s pale ass cheek. Once pale, it is now already turning a shade of pink. She knows to take her punishment, to move as little as possible. She can scream, but she also must keep count.

“One, thank you Master.” I can hear the pain in her voice, it’s only the first spank but it clearly serves as a reminder of why she should obey. I have three implements, tools one might say, at my disposal but I also enjoy giving the first few hits with my open, bare hand. I like the feeling of my large hands against her ass.

The coldness, the lack of emotion is now contrasted by the heat inside of me. My cock starts to swell as I continue her punishment. I know she can feel my thick cock growing with each strike to her ass. I grab the paddle, it’s time to turn this up a notch.