EXTRACT FOR
Paula's Punishment
(T.H. Robyn)

    The next morning I called Paula into the living room as soon as she woke up. She still looked a mess from the night before and evidently was suffering from the mother of all hangovers. I told her she had a choice. She was now an adult and she would either learn to live by my rules or we could sell the house and she could make her own way in life. I pointed out I loved her but her attitude to me and the way she carried on left me with no choice. I explained also what would happen to Paula that day as way of punishment for her recent misdemeanours. At first Paula laughed at me with scorn, saying I couldn't possibly be serious. When I assured her I was indeed very serious and that I had also asked the police officer who had spared her a further day in court to join in, Paula's face changed. She had looked pale and ill before, but now she was as white as a sheet as she realised her day of reckoning had arrived.

    I told her she had one hour to take the headache pills and bath and get dressed exactly as I told her. She said nothing but nodded her head slowly. I also told her that if she left the house, she would not be coming back in again. That seemed to sink in. It was the first time I'd ever told her this and seeing as she'd walked out a few times previously when I'd tried to ground her, I figured she had finally realised how serious I was. I gave Paula leave to go upstairs and prepare herself for her punishment and while she did so I prepared the front room. 

    With time to spare, Ray arrived and took a seat in one of the armchairs in the lounge. I talked quietly to him about what I intended to happen and he nodded seriously in agreement with my plans. The upright dining chair was seated in the middle of the room facing the open fire place and I had cameras positioned to either side. 

    We heard Paula come down the stairs and a few moments later she entered the room. Her face dropped when she saw the chair and the cameras. I told her I wanted a video record of what was going to happen for two reasons. Firstly it would serve to remind her in the future of this day, and secondly any future need for punishment would be much more harsh than what she was about to receive and thus the video record would remind me how things had been this time around.

    Paula said a polite hello to Ray and apologised for having caused trouble the night before. He smiled back and said that was okay and he really hoped this morning would finally teach her the lesson she so badly needed.

    I had a document prepared that would constitute the contract for Paula's punishment. It outlined what was going to happen and decreed that by signing it of her own free will, Paula agreed to it all. She read the single sheet of paper carefully and then hesitantly signed the bottom. When she had done so, I asked Ray to add his signature as a witness, which he did.

    Next I turned on the cameras, adjusting their field of view slightly and then I sat on the dining chair. Paula was wearing a white, thin blouse and no bra, so her pert 36C breasts with their dark areolas and young, rosy nipples could just about be seen pushing into the material. She also wore her short, red tartan, pleated skirt and under it a pair of white panties. The ensemble was completed with white, mid-length socks and her black school shoes. 

    I had a paddle ready on the floor beside me. The instrument of pain had a flat leather area about ten inches long by two wide, with a round handle, about six inches long, set at one end. It was made of thick leather, designed to create a good impact when used. Paula saw it as I instructed her to come over my lap so her backside was pointed to where Ray was seated, and one of the cameras, while her head was looking in the direction of the second camera.

    Once she was over my lap, I lifted the pleated skirt and fastened the hem to her blouse with two clothes pins, so the material was held out of the way and her buttock cheeks were exposed, save for the white panties.

    When I lay the palm of my hand on her pert, taut, bottom cheeks, Paula trembled. It wasn't cold in the room so I knew she was scared of what was going to happen to her. Then I spanked her through her panties. I started slowly with a couple of swats to each cheek in turn. This made Paula gasp softly as my hand warmed up her cheeks. Over the next twenty or so strokes I gradually increased the power until Paula was crying out with each stroke as it landed. With the first salvo of swats complete, I slid a finger under each side of her panties and pulled them back down off her cheeks, exposing the now-pink flesh beneath. Paula tried to protest at having her panties removed, but I was having none of it, reminding her that the alternative was for her to leave and take whatever life threw at her. After that reminder she relented and in a moment her panties were off down her legs and strewn on the floor.

    With the panties removed I told Paula to part her legs. Doing this made her cheeks tighten even more and, though Paula probably didn't think about it, Ray could now see her exposed pussy lips nestling on my lap between her inner thighs. Without delaying further I picked up the steady rhythmical spanking action I had been using. Now, without the protection of the panties, Paula started crying more loudly as stroke after stroke landed on her backside with loud slapping noises. I could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and, I have to admit, I was using enough force to make my hand sting with each slap. After about another twenty strokes I decided to revert to using the paddle.

    I told Paula that as she was now warmed up we would move to the first part of her punishment proper. Up until this point, Paula had managed to keep looking in the direction of the camera ahead of her, with her hands falling down to the floor in front of her. At the mention of the paddle and the fact we were progressing to phase 1 of the proper punishment, Paula looked round at me. Tears had already smudged her mascara and she looked at me with the pleading eyes of a tiny child who didn't want to be punished. Finally she grunted and told me to get on with it. That was something our contract had required her to do. I picked up the leather paddle and lay it flat across her pink bottom. Without waiting too long I pulled the paddle back into the air and brought it down very firmly on her young flesh. Paula howled and at the explosion of sound I was glad I lived in a detached house with lots of grounds. With the double glazing there was no chance anyone outside would hear her cries.

    The first stroke of the paddle left a dark imprint in the pink flesh. As it did so, Paula reached round with one hand to try and protect her backside from further torture. I was having none of it from this youngster, so I grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm up and behind her back, pinioning her body against mine, so her other arm was trapped between us. With my paddle hand I swung the instrument back into the air and landed another cracking stroke on her bare cheeks. Paula howled again and struggled against the grip I was holding her with, but to no avail.

    When the third stroke landed, her right leg shot up behind her as she tried desperately to stop me swinging the paddle again. I told her to put her leg down and keep still. She was crying loudly now and I knew the message was starting to get through.

    Ten strokes of the paddle later and Paula was a sobbing, crying mess. Her bottom had gone through pink and red, to crimson with some purple areas of bruising where the paddle had slapped into her the most times. I put down the paddle and gently rubbed Paula's bottom, feeling the heat as she moaned and cried under my touch. Almost accidentally, I let my hand dip between her parted legs until it found out her pussy. Instantly she felt the touch Paula started and clamped her legs together around my hand. I told her this was the next part of her morning of humiliation and punishment and she had better relax immediately or I'd return to the paddle. That seemed to do the trick for slowly Paula parted her legs and didn't move again as my hand stroked over her young labia.

    Through her tears, Paula started to moan softly as I gently parted her sex lips with a finger.