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“No.”

She thinks she’s upset me by defying me. But I can’t stop the smile that spreads on my face, because she’s just given me exactly what I want. I love her defiance and her fire. I love it when she needs me to make a point, show her why she’s such a bad little girl.

I grab her wrist, sit down on the bed, and yank her over one thigh. She tumbles forward with a whine of complaint, her perfect ass high over my knee as she kicks her legs in instinctive protest. Her skirt flips up without my doing a thing, another traitor to her cause, presenting the pristine underwear that is pulled snugly over her bottom. I catch her flailing legs with my other leg, close my thighs around hers like a vise so she’s stuck, palms on the floor, ass up nice and high. Perfect.

Her first night here, she called my home an oversized dollhouse. Now she’s my doll. I dress her up as I please, I play with her when it takes my fancy, and I discipline her when she’s naughty too.

Forsyth knows better than to leave when I’m making a point. He’s standing in the same place he was from the beginning, looking on with what I am sure he would like me to believe is professional disinterest, but if I know the man as well as I think I do, seeing Casey get spanked is a reward he will appreciate.

“You had your chance to avoid this,” I lecture as she squirms against my grip, letting out insolent little whimpers and grumbles. “All you had to do was apologize, but you wanted to play the brat again, and what happens to bratty girls?”

I know she’s not going to answer me. Too much pride. I don’t mind her pride. You can’t have shame without pride, so it suits me perfectly for her to try desperately to save face, even though hers is currently facing the carpet.

I run my hand over the smooth fabric of her panties, and bring it down in a hard, crisp swat that catches both cheeks.

“They get spanked,” I say as she lets out a little gasp of pain. “They get spanked long and hard, don’t they, Casey.”

Without waiting for her to reply, I start spanking her long and hard. My hand meets her perfect, soft ass at least a dozen times before I give her a break. I can already see a little rim of pink around the outside of her panties where I’ve caught the unprotected skin.

“Ready to make a proper apology yet, Casey?”

“No! Fuck you!”

There it is, the defiant stage of the spanking. She’s so embarrassed to be in this position and she thinks if she can just resist it, she might be able to handle it. She’s wrong. I will push her through this phase and long past it, until she’ll say whatever I want her to say, do whatever I want her to do.

Without another word, I start spanking her again. Long and hard, my palm whipping against her insolent cheeks until her toes drum against the carpet and she lets out a wail that tells me she’s very close to crying. Spanking her is some of the most fun I’ve had in a long time, the way her hot little ass absorbs the swats, jiggling under my palm, her softness totally at the mercy of my hard hand.

It’s even more enjoyable because she needs it. Deserves it. She went out of her way to earn herself this punishment. She knows better than to taunt Forsyth, and she knows a darn sight better than to defy me. But she did both, and she doubled down, and now her sweet little ass is mine to make as hot and pink as I can.

“You ready to say sorry now, Casey?”

I hear a little gasping whimper, and feel the answer in the softness of her body before I hear it.

“…yes.”

Too quiet.

“What was that, Casey?”

I rub my hand over her bottom, feel the heat coming off her cheeks. When I peel these panties down, I know there’s going to be quite a sight beneath them.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers. I almost feel sorry for her. The transformation from utterly defiant little madam to subdued, almost submissive young lady is quite dramatic, and it comes at the cost of the comfort of her ass.

“A proper apology,” I insist. “Tell Forsyth you’re sorry you were rude, and you’ll be more polite in the future.”

She lets out a little plaintive whimper, but begins to haltingly mumble her way through the apology. Still not good enough, I’m afraid.

A sold smack to her bottom makes her yelp.

“Again, Casey. And properly this time.”

“I’m sorry for being rude, Mr. Forsyth,” she says, her voice cracking with tears.

“Quite alright, young lady,” he says, accepting her apology. It’s not as good as I personally would have liked. I’m sure we could do better, but he seems satisfied and I am done with him for this portion of her punishment.

“Thank you, Forsyth,” I say. “You can get on with your duties.”

He nods and glides from the room, leaving me and my miscreant alone together. She has no choice but to stay nicely in place as he leaves, and I’m certainly not letting her up yet. We are not done.

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