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I stepped into the room, my boots clicking sharply against the floor, each sound purposeful and deliberate. The faint sheen of my pantyhose, stretched tight against my legs, caught the light as I approached. You knew what this meant. I didn’t need to say it.
"You’ve been careless," I said, my voice low and unyielding, like steel. "You think you can get away with that, don’t you?" My eyes narrowed, locking onto yours. "I don't tolerate disobedience. Not from you, not from anyone."
I took a slow, deliberate step forward, allowing my heels to echo in the silence, drawing your attention to the space between us. I let the tension hang in the air, thick and heavy, knowing you could feel it in your bones.
"You’re about to learn the hard way." I tilted my head slightly, my gaze never leaving yours. "You’ve earned this. Now, accept it." My fingers brushed the leather handle of the crop resting on the table beside me, the subtle motion a promise.
"You’re going to take every second of this punishment, and you’re going to remember it," I continued, my voice firm, almost cold. "No whining, no complaining—just obedience." I stepped closer, lowering my voice to a whisper. "Because that’s all you’ll be good for tonight."
I ran a finger along the edge of the crop, the leather snapping against the air as I tested its weight. "You’ve crossed a line, and now it’s time to pay the price. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Just feel."
With that, I lifted the crop, the tension in the room almost unbearable as I prepared to deliver what was long overdue.
I took a slow, deliberate step forward, allowing my heels to echo in the silence, drawing your attention to the space between us. I let the tension hang in the air, thick and heavy, knowing you could feel it in your bones.
"You’re about to learn the hard way." I tilted my head slightly, my gaze never leaving yours. "You’ve earned this. Now, accept it." My fingers brushed the leather handle of the crop resting on the table beside me, the subtle motion a promise.
"You’re going to take every second of this punishment, and you’re going to remember it," I continued, my voice firm, almost cold. "No whining, no complaining—just obedience." I stepped closer, lowering my voice to a whisper. "Because that’s all you’ll be good for tonight."
I ran a finger along the edge of the crop, the leather snapping against the air as I tested its weight. "You’ve crossed a line, and now it’s time to pay the price. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Just feel."
With that, I lifted the crop, the tension in the room almost unbearable as I prepared to deliver what was long overdue.
