Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

HOMESCHOOLED

Out of the corner of her eye, Daisy could see Mrs. Wilder raise the leather strap up high for a brief moment before it sailed toward her completely exposed bottom at an alarming speed. 

Daisy winced.  

The sound of the strap cracking against her bare skin outpaced the sensations of pain and for a fleeting, wonderful handful of seconds, Daisy thought that maybe a strapping wasn't so bad after all.

But then the pain hit her like a tidal wave and she realized the truth.

In the time before the next stroke landed, seemingly a million thoughts raced through Daisy's mind all at once. How could it hurt so terribly? How could she possibly cope with 11 more?  Should she keep as quiet as possibly so that her parents don't overhear and find out how she slacked off with her tutor?  Would Mrs. Wilder tell them anyway?  Will they think she needs an additional spanking?  How many other 18-year-olds were still subject to getting their bare bums strapped?

CRACK!

The leather whipped across her skin once again, clearing all of those thoughts from her mind.  She bit her lip, already understanding that tears were close.  Mrs. Wilder clearly knew what she was doing, as Daisy's bottom was in agony after only two licks.

CRACK!

She would try harder.  Be better.  No more slacking off.  Daisy knew she absolutely had to because she couldn't bear the thought of laying over the desk again for Mrs. Wilder's strap.

CRACK!

The tears came and pitifully, Daisy reached back in an attempt to shield her battered butt.  Her thoughts were no longer clear and she wasn't really sure if she was trying to rub away the sting or just protect her ass from the onslaught.  Predictably, Mrs. Wilder was not amused and warned her that reaching back would add to her punishment if she did it again.

CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!

Three quick blasts of red, anguished pain and Daisy was practically standing up after the third one, crying loud and stomping her feet.  She begged for mercy.  Dimly, she realized that her parents would in fact be hearing her performance.  She wasn't sure if that meant she would get another spanking later or not, but she couldn't worry about that.

"You have five left, dear," Mrs. Wilder told her, her voice so calm it sounded eerily robotic. "Would you like them all quickly so we can be done with this?  The choice is yours."

Daisy nodded, but her heart skipped a beat. Five left? The number seemed impossibly high.  But she couldn't dwell on it.  Daisy closed her eyes.

"Then I want you to repeat after me, ok?"

Daisy grasped the far end of the desk so tightly that her knuckles were totally white.  She stood on her toes, ass up, only somewhat aware of how much of herself was visible to her tutor.  At that point, it didn't really matter.  It all felt like it was on fire.

"I want you to say, 'Please strap my bottom, Mrs. Wilder. I've been a naughty girl.'" Mrs. Wilder instructed.

Without opening her eyes, Daisy did her best to repeat what she had been told.

"P-P-Please s-s-strap-p m-my bottom, Mrs. W-W-Wilder.  I...I've b-been a n-n-naughty g-girl."

CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!   CRACK!

Yvonne Strahovski

Dream Wife!!!