Page 36 of Taking Her Medicine

The way she’d carefully worded her statement poked at the possibility of something else being on her mind. I made a mental note to bring it up later. “Take your pants and your panties down.”

She wiggled them down to her hips, taking her time. With one swift yank I removed them completely from her gorgeous body. “You’re so impatient, Daddy.”

“Is that really how you want to start this?”

“No, I just get nervous every time I’m in this position. I don’t always think before speaking.”

“You asked for rules and guidelines, correct?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I warmed up her bottom with my hand, slapping my palm against each of her bountiful cheeks until they blushed a light pink. “And you want to follow our rules. Right, kitten?”

“Why the heck would I say no while you’re spanking me?”

“I want your actual answer, regardless of what I’m currently doing to you.” I waited for a better reply, but she shook her head once before burying it between her arms, hiding away from me. “Talk to me, Zoelle.”

“I don’t want to,” she stated simply, her voice muffled by the blanket.

Selecting the leather tawse first, I flicked it hard against each of her buttocks. It was one of my favorite toys, but for punishment it left a nasty sting in its wake. My little kitten screeched.

“Of course I wanna follow rules, Daddy!”

I set the implement next to her and rubbed her head. “Are you little right now, sweetheart?”

“No, Sir.” She blew out a long breath. “I’d just rather not be spanked.”

“When we discussed rules, kitten, you mentioned you had trouble getting into bed at a reasonable hour. Based on that, I set a bedtime for ten o’clock that week and told you to text me when you go to sleep.”

“I know. I was so worked up from my shitty day, and I thought drinking wine and playing games were also good means of self-care.”

“Yes, doing those things for yourself could be. What could you have done differently last night, kitten?”

“You were working, Sir,” she protested.

“You could have messaged me. If I can’t answer you directly with words via text, what did we agree on?”

“You would send me a kissy face emoji and a unicorn, so I know you received the message and that it’s okay to do whatever it is I’m asking about.”

“Or?”

“Or if the answer was no or wait, you’d send me a frowny face emoji.”

“It’s good to know you were paying attention, kitten. Are you ready to take your punishment like the good girl that I know you are?”

“Yes, Sir.” She adjusted herself slightly on the bed.

Picking up the tawse, I targeted her upper thighs. Her feet drummed up and down, but she did not move out of place.

“Ow! Ouch, Sir. It hurts.”

“I want your punishment to serve as a reminder of what I expect of you. Even if I’m not home, kitten, you need to follow the rules.”

“I’m sore already,” she whimpered.

“You’re going to be more sore when I’m done with you.”

Over and over the implement struck her milky white thighs, until they pinkened from my attention there. She sobbed into her hands, making promises that I already knew she’d keep. I switched to a wicked leather paddle and whacked it against her rump, her generous flesh bouncing and flattening with each blow. I brought the paddle down and across her entire behind from the fullest curves to her dreaded sit-spots. After a few more minutes and several rounds later, her skin glowed a rosy pink. Zoelle continued to cry as I caressed her warmed skin, rubbing and kneading her bottom. “Why didn’t you message me, Zoelle?”

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