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When nineteen-year-old Caitlin’s rude behavior gets out of hand, her boyfriend, Neil, decides that it is time for some drastic action to get her under control. In order to take Caitlin in hand properly, Neil enlists the help of his close friend Mary, a woman who learned the art of correcting naughty young women during her time at a special facility known only as the Institute.
Caitlin is shocked to learn of Neil and Mary’s plans for her, but despite her blushing protests she soon finds herself pulled over her stern boyfriend’s knee for a long, hard, bare-bottom spanking. Though the punishment leaves her humiliated and sore, her desire for Neil is set ablaze by his dominance. But Neil and Mary have much more than just a single spanking planned for Caitlin, and over the coming weeks she’ll learn what it really means to be thoroughly disciplined.
Author: Emily Tilton
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 52,500 words
Excerpt
Caitlin gasped at the word. “Naughty? Neil, I’m nineteen years old. I don’t think nineteen-year-olds can be naughty. Rude, fine, but not… not… that. And if you think you’re just going to, I don’t know, ravish me or something, you’re crazy.”
“Well, Caitlin, as far as I’m concerned, you showed last night that nineteen-year-olds can most certainly naughty. You were rude, and you were naughty. And from now on, I’m going to be the one who decides when you’ve been naughty, so you’re going to have to accept that judgment, and the spanking that comes with it. The same goes for when we have sex, and how.” Neil felt his grasp of loving discipline growing firmer and firmer. He even had a feeling he knew what would happen next.
Her face seemed to change from pleading to defiance in an instant. “Well,” she said, “we can stay together at least for a few more days, I guess, but you’re not going to spank me.” She pushed back from him, and started to pull up her jeans.
The contrast between these words and the way she had confessed her rudeness just a moment before could not have been more striking, and Neil knew to his bones that she had started to push the boundaries because she felt confident those boundaries would indeed push back. He put his right arm around her back, taking firm hold of her and stopping her in the act of pulling the jeans up. “Not so fast, sweetheart,” he said firmly. “That’s not how this is going to work. I’m going to spank you—that’s not up for debate.”
He started to pull her toward the high-backed chair that he suddenly saw Mary had added to the living room furniture since he had come over that morning. Either it was the same chair as had been in the guestroom, over which Annie had lain naked, or Mary had more than one spanking chair.
Caitlin struggled, but, as in the hall, Neil could tell they were the struggles of a girl who hoped that her reluctance would be overcome by decisive masculine force.
“Please don’t spank me, Neil!” she wailed. “Please! I’ll… I’ll do what you say from now on! Just… just…”
But Neil had sat in the chair by then, and now he pulled her across his lap. The part of him that was watching the scene unfold as if from outside it reeled in amazement that he had done the thing, but not because the thing seemed outlandish—rather because it had seemed so impossible that he would ever dare to do it: to spank his girlfriend.
But there was her bottom, over his lap, in the purple panties, and though she squirmed deliciously atop his thighs, she also seemed resigned to her fate and to submitting to be punished.
“I’m going to take your panties down now, Caitlin,” Neil said, more gently now that he had the prospect of her cute little backside in his view, offered up for the discipline of his firm hand.
“Please don’t,” she whimpered. “Please, Neil. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”
“Yes,” Neil said, “you will. Because I’m going to teach you the lesson you need.”
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