By Karole
The room was chilled and caused goosebumps to form on Sara’s arms. Her sock-clad toes scrunched against the hardwood floors and grazed the baseboards of the two adjoining walls. Sara swallowed and suppressed a cough as the dryness of her throat became more apparent. Her fingers twitched while clasped behind her head. She kept her arms open with her elbows pointed outward. A crawling burn ached up her forearms and biceps. Droplets of sweat gathered along her hairline, her brow, and the nape of her neck. The tips of her teeth chewed along the bottom right corner of her lower lip. The bright pink flesh throbbed, yet Sara continued to chew. She shifted her weight to her right foot and leaned into her hip just for a moment.
“Sara.”
A tiny squeak escaped her lips, and she immediately moved back into position.
“Did I tell you to move?”
“No, Sir.”The dull scratch of a chair filled the room. Heavy footsteps vibrated through the floorboards.
They grew in intensity with each slow step until they paused behind her. Sara’s breath caught as she felt Jacob’s hands wrap around her torso. His rough fingers grasped the waistline of her jeans and turned her around to face him.
Jacob raised a large hand to her face, grabbed her cheek, and gently pulled her lip from her teeth with his thumb.
“Enough of that. You’re going to make yourself bleed.” He soothed her raw lip with a graze of his thumb before bringing his hand back down to her waist.
“Sorry, just a bad habit.”
“One we’re going to fix.”
Sara traced the blue tips of her socks with her eyes.“What is the rule for corner time young lady?” Sara sighed, “No fidgeting, no talking, and—”
“Are you talking to the floor, or are you talking to me?”
Sara rolled her eyes at her socks. “You.”
“Then you will look at me when you are speaking to me.”
Sara huffed, and her fingers twitched behind her head.
“Now, young lady.”
Sara’s gaze snapped up to meet his. Jacob’s eyes were cool and unnerving. The normal glint of humor that lived there was nowhere to be found.
“What is our rule?”
Sara swallowed and heat flashed across her face. Her pulse quickened and she took a deep breath. “In the corner, there is no talking, no fidgeting… and I… I have to stay in position until you say I can get out.”
“So, in knowing the rules, why did you break your position when you weren’t given permission?”
Sara shifted her eyes over Jacob’s shoulder. She could still see him in her peripheral vision.
“I umm—”
Jacob grabbed her chin and turned her face so she couldn’t avert his gaze. “Eyes on me, young lady. Start again.”
Sara’s heart thundered in her chest. She sucked her lower lip back between her teeth. Jacob’s brow furrowed and she released it.
“I… I was umm tired, and I… I just wanted to take a quick break,” Sara mumbled.
“When you’re being punished, do you get to make that decision?”
Sara closed her eyes. “No, Sir.”
Jacob twirled her around so fast her breath caught in her chest. Her hands fell from her head as he bent her over and tucked her under his arm. He landed a flurry of firm swats across her bottom.
“You will look at me when you speak to me, little girl.” He increased the tempo and the harshness of each swat.
“Ok, ok! I’m sorry.” Sara tried to wiggle away from his crashing hand.
“If I have to tell you again you will get a spanking for that before your real punishment begins. Do you understand me?” He landed a few swats across her sit spots.
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Good.” Jacob pulled Sara back up and waited until she looked up at him. “Hands on your head.”
Sara immediately complied.
“Now, since you seem to be having difficulty following instructions, we’re going to add a little incentive so you can remember to do as you’re told.” Jacob unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled them down, letting them drop to her ankles. He then hooked his fingers around the waistline of her panties and pulled them down to join her jeans.
Sara’s face felt inflamed as she stood before him exposed from the waist down.
“Naughty girls who don’t do as they’re told, stand in the corner with their bare bottom on display. You can think about that for another 10 minutes since you couldn’t seem to follow the rules the first time.” Jacob grabbed Sara firmly by the forearm and turned her around, so she was facing back with her nose in the corner.
The cool air of the room was more sensitive against her exposed bottom. Her lower cheeks tingled from the earlier chastisement. Sara focused on her breathing and tried to ignore the growing nerves in the pit of her stomach. The little sting she felt was nowhere near how sore she would be once they finished. And she knew Jacob was just getting started.