This isn’t punishment
Lisa was not happy with me. I had betrayed her trust and broken the rules. Although we talked it out, she was still harboring some resentment over the whole thing. It was clear that she needed to take out her anger in a physical way.
Lisa ordered me to pull down my underwear and lie on my belly on her bed. The smacks started off slowly, but with a sharp sting. I didn’t dare cry out as they got more intense and frequent. Both of my cheeks burned, and I could feel welts raising up where she had struck me especially hard.
