A Badly Behaved Young Lady

She stood there, bent over the huge, wooden table, as she had been ordered to. A few seconds ago, he had entered the room again and placed something beside her. She didn't dare turning her head. Instead she looked straight ahead, contemplating the fate that was awaiting her. Just as he had told her to.

She felt strange in that position. Being fully clothed, but with her jeans and her underpants lowered to expose her bare bottom made her feel all the more vulnerable, deliciously vulnerable. The thought about the moment he had pulled them down, lecturing her how disobedient girls got it on the bare and how he would teach her a memorable lesson send a shiver down her spine. The cold air touched her bare skin, drawing her full attention to the exposed area of her body. Her stomach was full of little butterflies.

Then he spoke, in a calm but stern voice: "Why are you here, young lady?" The tone of his voice made her body tingle with anticipation. "Because of my unmannerly behaviour", she answered shyly. "Yes, indeed", he replied. "And, what happens to such ill-mannered girls like you?" He had stepped beside her and lifted her chin with two fingers, forcing her to look at him. "They are getting punished, Sir." She hadn't even meant to call him "Sir", but somehow the word had escaped her lips. "And how are they punished?" The question made her tummy flip flop. "They … they are getting spanked, Sir." Her voice was almost a mumble.

He withdraw his fingers from under her chin and took the wooden hairbrush that had been lying next to her together with a cane. Tapping it in his hand, he continued asking: "And you have been utterly misbehaved, have you?" She hesitated a moment, but finally answered: "Yes, Sir." - "Which means you deserve to be punished hard, don't you?" The strictness and the dominance in his voice made her tremble with excitement. This time her answer was nothing but a silent nod.

"Alright then." With one step he had reached her bottom and before she had even fully realised what was happening the first stroke hit target. Time after time the hairbrush came down on her unprotected behind. Dutifully he covered her whole bottom, bringing down the hairbrush again and again, slowly and hard. She wriggled under the pain, trying to catch her breath in between the strokes. She felt the flesh on her bare bottom getting hot and hotter by the minute. The final strokes, right on her sit spots, made her gasp and moan.

He placed the hairbrush beside her and took the cane, flexing it in his hand. "I don't think we are finished, yet. Because your unladylike behaviour deserves a most severe punishment. Don't you agree?" She didn't answer. He grabbed her hair and slowly turned her head around, forcing her to face him. "Do you agree that you deserve a more severe punishment?" he calmly repeated his question. She felt her stomach prickle with anticipation. A wave of heat washed over her body as she looked into his stern eyes. "Yes, Sir." - "Yes, what?" She let out a sigh. He waited, looking at her expectantly. His calm strictness was delightfully intimidating. Finally she spoke up: "Yes, Sir, I deserve to be punished more severely."

"Right", he said, "I expect you to stick your bottom out for each stroke to show me that you know you deserve this. You are to count the strokes and thank me for each one. And, I want you to ask me for your punishment." Her lips formed a silent: What? He just stood there, unmoved, the cane in his hands. Seconds felt like minutes. And then her lips formed the words: "I have been very badly behaved, Sir, and therefore I would like to ask you to punish me most severely." She didn't even know where those words came from. But somehow she said them.

He nodded. And then he pointed to the mirror in the corner. "I want you to watch while you are being punished." Her eyes followed his fingertip and she realised that the mirror showed the whole scenery. Her bent over with her bare and reddened bottom. The wooden hairbrush lying next to her. Him with the cane in his hands. Her whole body was full of pins and needles now and she started feeling pleasantly shaky and dizzy.

He tapped the cane against her bottom. Then she watched him drawing it backwards, heard a sharp swish and saw the cane hitting target. For a split-second the world seemed to have stopped. Then the pain started building and she threw her head back and gritted her teeth. It took her a while to catch her breath. She saw and heard herself counting and thanking him. It seemed to happen automatically. "Stick your bottom out, young lady." His strict voice sounded very far away. But instinctively she did as she was told. And watched him apply stroke after stroke, slowly, methodically. She recognized the energy that filled his body every time he skilfully administered the cane. She felt the delicious waves of pain washing over her body and saw herself wincing under the strokes. She heard her suppressed gasps and moans.

After twelve strokes the ordeal was over. "Come to the corner of the table, stay bent over", he ordered. She followed his command. He carefully placed the hairbrush on her back and the cane in her hands for her to hold. "Stay here. Don't move. I want you to think about what has just happened to you and why." With these words he went away. He didn't make her say that she was sorry. He knew she wouldn't like that.

She stayed behind in silence. Her mind was in a place very far away. But her face showed a relaxed little smile. After a while she turned her head a bit and caught a glimpse of her red bottom in the mirror. She appreciated the comforting warmth that filled her whole body. When she turned her head a little more, she realised that he hadn't left the room altogether. He was standing in a far corner, watching her from behind. Her eyes met his and she could see the gleeful yet affectionate sparkle in  them.

Was it right to do these things? Was it right, even though she was neither a young lady any more, nor particularly ill-mannered? The electric impulse that hit her body at the moment their eyes met confirmed it all. It was indeed perfectly right. As she slowly came back into reality, a plan formed in her head. Tomorrow, he would be her disobedient cadet. Tomorrow, he would call her Ma'am.