Her Lesson In Discipline
Leticia is a spoiled, wild child.
She cannot be tamed, and she laughs in the face of propriety. Her family are in
despair—and Leticia doesn't give
So they send her for discipline
elsewhere, to an institution that specializes in making naughty young ladies
see the error of their ways. Leticia is defiant, and finds herself in the
office—andthen bent over the
knees—ofthe stern headmaster.
He will teach her a special kind of discipline—andawaken in her a desire that
she never thought possible…
"One…" the Headmaster began calmly, expecting her
When none came, another smack rang
through the air, in the same place as before and this time it was harder to
write it off. The sting of the original still hummed but she stifled her yell.
"One…" the Headmaster repeated, and she
cursed aloud. The man had every intention of making her count, regardless of
how long it took to get there. Still, she refused to do so without making her
"I am sorry, Sir." She
responded, the disdain of the last word sliding off her tongue like she'd eaten
However, it seemed to satisfy him,
as the next strike came with progression.
"Two." He counted, the
flat of his palm finding the same spot again. The pain was palpable this time,
and the sting immediate. She felt the prickle of tears burning behind her eyes,
but still she held true to her convictions.
"I am sorry, Sir." She'd
said it with a surprisingly strong tone, like a mother chastising her child,
but the second it left her lips another strike came, again on her right
The undignified squeal she made was
louder than his calm count of three, and the breath had been knocked thoroughly
from her, the singeing throb almost unbearable.
"I am sorry, Sir!" she continued, barely
able to catch the break to say the words. She wasn't proud of the way they came
out, and she could feel her resolve slipping.
the fourth blow came, her knees almost gave out from under her were it not for
the support of the leg that had trapped her. Her response was croaked more than
spoken and when the fifth came, she thought for a moment that she had forgotten
to feel pain, up until the point his other hand, cold from the chill, pressed
against the harshly
reddened flesh of her rump.