She shrieked as I grabbed her and I was surprised by how strong she was. It was quite the battle to drag her back across the bed but I managed it with a grunt, bringing her down onto my lap at last despite her flailing legs.

I twisted her in place until her ass was directly above my lap, then I let her have it.

She screamed as I started spanking her, still squirming to free herself from my grip. “Stop,” she screamed, her voice descending into sobs. “Get off me.”

“I warned you enough times,” I replied, my voice calm but stern, making no effort to ease off, continuing to rain blows down on her ass. “You are to obey me without question. Without question! That means you don’t ask me things, you don’t tell me what to do and you certainly don’t whine on about going home. You didn’t see the safe word, tough. This is your life for the next six days so you better get used to it.”

“Please, it hurts.”

“It’s meant to,” I replied, continuing to spank her as hard as I dared. “It’s supposed to be a punishment for your behaviour. If you’d told me the truth, it wouldn’t have come to this.”

“Get off me, stop it! Ow!”

“You wanted to come. You could have admitted that. Instead you started in that whining voice of yours. It won’t work with me, you little brat. You are here to please me, not to whine. The quicker you get used to that, the better for both of us. Now apologise for whining.”

“Get off me. Let me go!”

“Not until you apologise,” I said, smacking her again, amazed at how much of this she could take.

“All right,” she screamed as I continued to spank her. “I’m sorry, now let me go.”

“Sorry Sir!” I said, smacking down hard on her ass.

“Ow! I’m sorry, Sir,” she said between sobs.

“There,” I replied, stroking her ass softly, loosening my grip on her. “That’s all it takes.”

She didn’t reply. I waited for a second, wondering if she might up and leave. I had smacked her ass bright red. I’d disciplined her so firmly my hand was stinging but she didn’t move. She just lay slumped across my lap, breathing hard.

“Good girls get rewards,” I said, my voice lower. As I spoke, I moved my hand to her thighs, pushing my way between them, finding her clit which was still soaked with her juices. I brushed it once then moved away.

“Bad girls get spanked.” Another smack to her ass that made her shriek.

“Good girls get rewards.”

It was the start of training her properly. I smacked her, then stroked her clit, spending more time playing with her pussy between each smack as the minutes passed by. Soon she was moaning instead of crying, pushing her ass up to me in preparation for being spanked. Could she tell how hard I was under her? How much I wanted to fuck her?

She shifted in place, her legs moving further apart as I stroked her faster, listening for her breathing changing. Her legs started to tense up as I brought her closer to an orgasm.

“Do you want to come?” I asked, dipping a finger into her, exploring inside her pussy again.

“I do,” she replied.

“Ask me if you can.”

“Can I come, Sir?”

“Say please.”

“Please, Sir,” her voice more ragged. “Please let me come.”

“Not until you learn to behave,” I said, lifting her to her feet. “Now present yourself for me. Get in the position I showed you.”

Her face was flushed, her eyes watering, her hair all over the place. She turned away from me, almost stumbling back onto the bed as I stood and watched her with my arms folded.

Once she was knelt down with her hands holding her buttocks open, I landed a light swat between them, rewarded by a moan instead of a shriek from her.

She stayed in place as I stroked my way down her ass. “Good girl,” I said, brushing over her clit again. “That’s better.”

“Please, let me come,” she muttered into the blanket. “Please, Sir.”

“Not until I say so,” I replied, reaching across and flicking my tongue over her puckered hole, sliding down to gather up a tiny taste of her sweet wetness. “You are to stay in that position until I come back. You are not to move, you are not to touch yourself, you are not to do anything. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. I will fetch food. You must be hungry.”

I left her there and headed downstairs, leaving the door open. Would she stay in that position? It was hard to call.

She’d had the chance to leave. She’d chosen to stay. She’d chosen to obey me but she hadn’t seemed happy about doing it. She’d cried in pain when I’d spanked her but she was wet as anything when I touched her. She was a bundle of contradictions and that made her unpredictable. And that made me excited.

I only had to blink to see her up there, her ass spread, her body ready for me, her buttocks bright red and burning hot to the touch.

I made a couple of sandwiches, adding a banana and a glass of water to the tray. I took my time, wanting her to feel uncomfortable, wanting this test to last a little longer.

I ate my sandwich in the kitchen, disposing of the crumbs in the bin before kicking off my shoes. I collected her tray and tiptoed up the stairs, wanting to catch her unawares. I slid my feet across the landing, peering round the door into her bedroom. She was laid on her back with her hand between her legs. The little slut just couldn’t do what she was told.

I was furious but I didn’t make a sound. I watched her in silence, seeing her fingers darting across her clit in a blur. She was clearly close to an orgasm, unable to wait to be given permission. I grinned. She was about to learn the consequences of disobeying me so blatantly. If she thought I’d been cruel so far, that was nothing compared to what I was about to do to her.