Poor Juniper stared at me. She had no insolence left. She didn’t want to become one of the girls who got spanked – because of the gossip more than the hurt, I guessed – but we both knew she wouldn’t dare to defy me. But she hadn’t moved. I was thinking of teaching her a lesson in obedience, using the tawse in my desk drawer, but then I realised her hesitation was more practical. She’d said she’d never been spanked before, and perhaps it was true. She didn’t know what to do.
So I patted my thigh again. “Juniper. If you hesitate like this again, you’ll be strapped. But this time, just put your hips on my knee, and lower the upper part of your body to the floor. So you have your bottom up, and your fingers and toes touching the floor. Yes, girl, it’s awkward. It’s meant to be.”
I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.