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SSC: Proper Instruction 04
(****, M/f, Intense, paddle)
A girl teaches her guardian how to discipline her. (Approximately 352 words. Originally published 2000-08.)
Nicole laughed when Edward picked up the paddle.
"It's not going to bite you!"
Edward blushed. "I've never held a paddle before."
The teen's eyes went wide. "You weren't spanked a kid?"
"Oh, well, yeah, I guess so. A few times. But I never _held_ a paddle."
"Then you must try it out on me!" cried Nicole eagerly. She rushed forward and began to remove her skirt. "I haven't been properly paddled in weeks," she murmured.
Edward reached out a hand and stopped her. "I'm not going to paddle you," he said firmly.
Nicole froze. Why?
"Well, for one thing you haven't done anything wrong."
"Of course I have. I've done all sorts of naughty things wish you don't know about, that's all. You can paddle me for one of them."
Edward shook his head. "That's not good enough."
"You mean bad enough."
Nicole frowned. "I was late for breakfast this morning."
"Come on, that's nothing. I'm not going to paddle you over that!"
"I'm not your father!"
"Exactly. You should be even more strict with me than Daddy. Daddy would probably give me twenty whacks with that paddle. You should give me forty!"
"NO!" Edward shouted. He caught himself, smiled, and shook his head. He was overreacting, of course. He didn't even want to admit to himself how attractive the idea of paddling dear Nicole's round bottom was to him. "Absolutely not."
Nicole smiled a devious smile. She walked to the mantle and picked up a small blue crystal vase. "Mom brought this back from Thailand," she whispered. "It's very expensive."
Edward's throat went dry. His dick twitched in his pants. "You wouldn't dare," he said, knowing she would. She held it above the brick fireplace and waited. Ten slow seconds passed. He swallowed. "Okay," he whispered.
Nicole giggled and replaced the vase. "Forty whacks," she said. "Hard ones. And perhaps you ought to add a few extras for that little stunt with the vase. That _was_ pretty naughty, wasn't it?"
It was. He'd definitely give her extra for that.