I strained to hear any noise from behind me. Was he still there, watching, waiting for me to move, to take my hands down and provide some relief to my throbbing butt, only to use that as an excuse to begin my punishment once more. And yet, did it really matter? After all, he’d already warned me to use my time in the corner to think about what might be coming next.
Finally a creak behind me confirmed that he was still there, taking his time to enjoy the sight of my already glowing ass while I stewed on what he still had in store for me.
“You can take your hands of your head, but don’t touch your bottom”, his deep voice rumbled. “Remove your shirt, and your bra, and then turn around.”
I almost groaned with relief as I lowered my arms. My fingers trembled, not just from tiredness, as I slowly undid each button and slipped my shirt off my shoulders. I let it drop behind me to the floor. Then I reached back and undid the clasp on my sheer black lace bra, slid it forward, releasing my full breasts, and let that drop too. My panties remained wedged high into my ass crack, where he had left them after my paddling. I turned around to face my tormentor. In a strange way, I looked forward to showing off the rest of my body to him, hopefully gaining his approval.
He took the time to enjoy the sight of my body, breasts on display and my pussy barely hidden by the scrap of black lace of my panties, before he spoke again.
“I think you’re ready for the final phase of your discipline this evening”, he said sternly. “Have you spent your corner time wisely? What have you bee thinking about?”
“Yes, sir” I whispered. “I’ve been thinking about what a naughty girl I’ve been, and how much I needed to be taught this lesson.”
“Anything else?”
“Ummmm… that I’m fortunate to have such a generous master to punish me for such unacceptable behaviour. And to take his valuable time to make sure I learn how to behave better in the future.” My voice was stronger this time, the words coming more confidently.
“And?” One eyebrow arched, he continued to regard me from his position across the room.
Crikey, I thought, how much more does he want?
My cheeks started to blaze again when I realised he was waiting for me to ask him to complete my punishment. He meant my humiliation to be complete by making me beg for the kind of correction only he could give me.
I couldn’t look at him. My eyes dropped to the floor in submission, and my voice dropped back to a husky whisper again as I forced myself to say the words I dreaded, but knew I must. “Please, sir… please will you complete the necessary punishment as you see fit, sir?”
“Good. You are learning. I will be pleased to provide you with the punishment you so richly deserve.”
He stood up and strode towards me. Before I could lift my eyes from the floor, he reached out and took one of my exposed nipples between his strong fingers. The pressure was at once arousing, but verging on painful as he squeezed and then tugged me forwards. It was uncomfortable to walk upright, my nipple throbbing and my ass cheeks chaffing against the panties he’d so cruelly jerked up there earlier. He used continued pressure on my nipple to lead me over towards the desk, where I could see a tall stool off to one side.