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My girl whimpers as I drag my fingers along the line that extends across both cheeks. Her body stiffens.

I don’t stop. It will serve her well to have this reminder. She’ll work harder on her assignments, knowing how she will be disciplined when she makes mistakes.

I won’t always force her to endure this torture, but tonight, it feels important.

As the documentary plays, I torment the welt, grazing my fingers along it over and over. Sometimes, I dance across the smooth skin above and below the pink line, watching closely as she begins to squirm. She’s learning to mix pain and pleasure.

When I pinch the welt, she cries out and lifts her feet.

I grin and smooth the spot with a more gentle touch before trailing my fingertips lower to tease the sensitive skin inches from her pussy.

Daphne whimpers. The sound is so sweet that my cock stiffens against her hip.

After a while, I ask, “Are you paying attention to the movie, naughty girl?”

“No, Sir,” she whispers.

“Documentaries are excellent learning tools. You should listen closely when we watch them. I’ll give you extra credit if you can answer some questions afterward.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice drags down, defeated. Keeping her on her toes is one of my goals.

For the next hour, I continue touching her, alternating between giving her pleasure and tormenting the welt.

When the movie ends, I turn off the television. “Tell me what year the first satellite was placed in orbit, Daphne.”

She winces. “I don’t remember, Sir.”

“Next time, you’ll pay closer attention.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tomorrow, you’ll look it up and give me an answer.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” I pat her ass. “It’s time for bed. Go pee and wash your hands.”

She languidly crawls off me and heads for the bathroom. I’m pleased that she doesn’t close the door. She’s learning. She will have no privacy. Ever.

When she returns, I guide her into her room, pull the covers back, and wait for her to climb in.

“You might want to sleep on your tummy on the nights when you decide you need a caning.” I intentionally worded that in a way that indicates caning her ass will be her decision.

She winces as she lies down.

I pull the covers over her naked body and bend to reach for the chain to bring the shackled end up to her wrist.

When I snap it on, she pouts. “Can’t I sleep without it? It’s not like I’m going to run away in the night. Besides, you lock the door.”

I yank the covers off her body and give her two firm swats right over the welt, one on each side.

Daphne cries out, arching her body.

I lean over to speak clearly near her ear. “You do not make the rules around here. Understood?”

She sniffles. “Yes, Sir.”

“You will not question me. Ever. You will sleep shackled to the wall because it pleases me. You will eventually derive comfort from being secured. One day in the near future, you’ll find yourself feeling naked and exposed and unnerved when you are not chained to one of the eyehooks. Now, I suggest you beg my forgiveness in a very convincing way as fast as you can to earn your covers back. And if you ever question me again, I will remove the bed, and you can sleep on the floor.”