Excerpt from a story by Krystenah
“Open up to a fresh page, Slave,” he ordered. I obeyed.
I looked up at him expectantly. “You will write, ‘Tasks require completion, not analysis.’ Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, but I didn’t understand. Daddy looked at my paper to prompt me to write.
“Oh, you mean now, Dadd-?” I asked, but before I could get all of “Daddy” out, my Master grabbed my wrist and tugged me up. In one easy motion he pulled me over his knees and began spanking my bare ass. My notebook and pen fell to the floor as the strokes came fast and hard. There was no warm up and my eyes stung with tears after a few minutes. My ass glowed red as the cries burned my throat. My heart was racing. As soon as he had started, Daddy stopped the assault and my ass pulsed in pain.
“Kneel, Slave,” Daddy said and I resumed my posture on the floor with my head hanging.
Daddy gently pressed the lines notebook and pen into my hand. I opened the notebook to a clean page and started writing: Tasks require completion, not analysis, Tasks require completion, not analysis, Tasks require completion, not analysis, Tasks require completion, not analysis, Tasks require completion, not analysis, Tasks require completion, not analysis.
My hand was shaking , but I let my hand flow over the page. Daddy watched me intently and with his eyes on me, I felt my arousal expand from my heart to my cunt to my clit to my nipples. Daddy had never watched me before, but I felt the warmth of his gaze on me as my hand drifted across and down the page with precision and speed. When I reached the end of the page, Daddy said, “Show me.” I lifted the page so he could read it. “Well done, Slave. Please continue and remember that Daddy will not tolerate scribble scrabble and chicken scratch.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said and focused on writing the lines on the next page.