SSC: Proper Instruction 07

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SSC: Proper Instruction 07

(****, M/f, Intense, paddle, nudity)

A girl teaches her guardian how to discipline her. (Approximately 488 words. Originally published 2000-08.)

Edward brought the little paddle down hard across Nicole's bare left cheek, then smacked the right. He did this again and again. He did this in a blur of motion, moving faster, the echoes of the swats overlapping noisily, as he paddled harder and harder. Nicole gasped and wept. Her lithe body writhed in agony. Her rump arched up and down and rolled from side to side as she moaned desperately. The skin of her ass was such a dark crimson it was nearly purple. Each stroke of the leather paddle briefly flatted the flesh, turning it pale, but as the paddle rose, the colored returned even more vibrantly than before.

"I think that's enough," sighed Edward finally, dropping the paddle on the bed and helping the sobbing Nicole to her feet. Her panties fell unregarded to her feet and he stared at them in obvious discomfort. "Uh, you can, uh, pick those up," he began.

Nicole just sniffled and wiped tears from her eyes.

Edward reached down and lifted them. He attempted to slide them up Nicole's legs, but she stepped out of one leghole turned her back to him.

"Nicole," Edward said, "we must get you dressed."

"Nooooo," sobbed the girl. "I've been naughty and so I've got to stay naked the whole weekend."

"WHAT!"

"It's true. It's Daddy's rule. You caught me missing Brad, a boy I'm not supposed to see, and yes, you spanked and paddled me, but part of the punishment of a 'sex crime' (that's what Daddy calls dating without authorization) is staying naked all weekend."

"That's crazy!"

"Are you saying my father's crazy?"

"Well no, but--"

"Then it's the way it is. He made up the rule. He said if I'm going to misbehave sexually than I can spend some time naked to think about it."

Edward groaned inwardly, the stiffness in his pants a painful reminder of how his difficult job was becoming impossible. He watched Nicole go and stand in the corner, naked from the waist down. Her T-shirt didn't quite reach the top of the crack of her ass, and the cheeks, blazing crimson from her spanking, were like glossy red spotlights gleaming in the night. He couldn't take his eyes off them.

"All weekend?" he asked weakly.

"All weekend."

"Shit," muttered Edward, adjusting his pants.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, and don't forget the refreshers."

"The what?"

"Refreshers. Periodically you must put me over your knee and 'refresh' my spanking. You know, keep the skin red hot and bothered. Five or ten minutes of spanking with your hand usually does it."

"Ah."

"Daddy usually does it five or six times a day, but you're welcome to do it more if you think I deserve it."

Edward eyed the round curves of drum-tight rump on display and his body responded. Vehemently. He bit his lip. "Fuck," he said. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

The End

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