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I give her nine more good hard strokes with the wooden paddle. Each one leaves a long red welt. Each one has her crying out, promising to be good. By the end, she’s a sobbing, pleading mess. I help her from the bed and she goes to me to be held. My arms wrap around her and hold her for a minute. Then I say, “No more cuddles, I’m afraid. You aren’t finished with your punishment.” There’s a tug in my chest at the sight of the tears rolling down her cheeks. At her poor, paddled, plugged bottom. But I’m determined to teach her a thorough lesson. I say, “We have one more step left. What is it?”

She says, “Now I’m to put on my naughty girl panties.”

“That’s right. Go and get them from the drawer.”

She turns and I watch as she walks on tiptoe, the inside of her ass plugged and fiery, her bottom perfectly reddened by my paddle.

She returns to me, white ruffled panties in hand. I take them from her. As they always do, her hands go to my shoulders, steadying herself as I hold the panties out for her to step into.

I pull them up. She winces as I put them in place over her sore curves. I pat her bottom. My eyes gaze over her breasts, her soft stomach, that little pink bow.

“Now the window,” I say. I take her hand and lead her to the front of the room. I place her at the window, her pantied, punished bottom on display for all the Village to see. Ruffles out. She lifts her hands and places them behind her head, as she should.

I leave the room.

My cock throbbing the whole time.

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He says, “What you did worried the entire Village. As I’ve told you before, if you offend the Village, they will witness you being punished.”

I gulp. I want him to hold me in his lap. I want to cry into his chest. Instead, he says, “I have work to do. Don’t move an inch. I want you thinking only of what you did. And how you will never do it again.” He gives me a stern look, and he’s gone.

My ass is absolutely on fire. The paddle left me throbbing.

I want to rub it.

The menthol-covered plug is stuck up in my ass. With every punishing thwack of the paddle, it felt as if it were digging in further. The mint has my ass burning.

I want to reach inside of my panties and yank the damn thing out.

My pussy, so well fucked early in the day, is now a weeping, begging mess. I keep clenching the muscles of my pussy, looking for relief. But that only serves to tighten my ass around my bullet and further drive me crazy in that department.

I want to put my fingers down the front of my naughty little panties and rub away all the tension.

But I wouldn’t dare.

He would know.

Or worse—someone would see me pleasuring myself and report it to Carter.

But the pulsing and clenching is killing me. How much could they see from the back anyway?

I shake the thought of self-pleasuring from my head. A terrible idea. I don’t even want to think about what he would do to me if he walked in and found my hands down past my pink bow⁠—

I’m supposed to be thinking about what I did.

And how I’ll never do it again.

I wouldn’t dream of leaving—even before the punishment! After seeing Carter’s face at my parents’, when he came to get me, I could never leave him again.

And even though I’m a mess of horniness, shame, and pain, I’m glad for this punishment. Who knows what I’d do in a fit of rage if Carter hadn’t taken to teaching me this lesson?

The lesson involving… the diaper position.

A flush creeps into my face now, as it did when he first said it.