The art of discipline

I don't have to discipline my hussy often.  She always strives to be the best hussy for me.  She visited me for 10 days over the Easter period.  Some of that I was at home but four days of it I was at work.  I gave her some simple instructions for her to observe while I was at work.  They were time management based. Very easy to achieve.  But she does have a trouble with time deadlines.  Though earlier punishments had started to correct this.  As I was at work, I arranged for her to be observed in my absence.  They reported back to me that she had failed on at least one occasion to meet her deadline.

I never like to keep these things hanging over my hussy.  I prefer to broach the subject and meet out the appropriate punishment.  And this is what I did.  My hussy was perplexed and believed she had done as I'd asked.  When I disputed this, to her credit, my hussy accepted that she may or may not have met her deadline.  And so I disciplined her.

I do have a cruel streak for discipline, mainly because my hussy is a teacher so it's very much turning the tables on her.  Though there is no longer corporal punishment in schools, I can instill some of the old ways with her.  First was the naughty spot.  An old favourite of mine.  Humbling and humiliating.  She stood nose to the wall, facing the corner of my room with her hands behind her back.  I left her there for several minutes.  What goes through her head?  Maybe she ponders on what will happen next or how to ensure she doesn't make the same mistake again.  I just enjoy the power of sending her into the corner like a four year old.

Then I told her to present herself with trousers and panties removed.  She lay across my lap for an over the knee spanking.  I didn't tell her how many times I would spank her.  I would do it to my satisfaction and instill in her my dominance with my discipline.  I warmed her ample bottom first with my hand.  When her skin started to glow, I switched to the dreaded hair brush.  I started to spank her and after each brace, she thanked me.  Soon she was jumping on my lap and inhaling sharply.  I smiled.  The wood was starting to make its mark.  The cheeks of her pale bottom were soon glowing deep red.  And the hair brush was also leaving neat marks.

I continued for several minutes until I was satisfied that punishment had been administered to my satisfaction and my hussy was suitably humbled by the experience.  I ordered her to stand up.  I gave her a formal dressing down, telling her that if she let me down again, I would give her such a spanking that she wouldn't be able to sit down.  I also withdrew some privileges that night such as internet and reading her book in bed.  Old fashioned lights out at a certain time.  Then I told her the punishment absolved her so that she knew it no longer hung over her head.  I knew that the discipline had done its job.

I'm not sorry for doing it.  Nor am I sorry that I enjoyed it, or that my hussy had red eyes after the punishment.  Turning the tables on her is appropriate and just a little bit delicious.  And if she doesn't want it to happen again, she just needs to remember how her bottom felt afterwards.