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She’s an adult now, and that means getting spanked when she misbehaves.

“The fuck is going on?”

She’s never been spanked before, I realize. She doesn’t even recognize the position she’s in. I assume she’s seen representations before, and she knows what a spanking is, but I suspect she figured such a thing would never happen to her.

“I’m going to do what should have been done to you a very long time ago,” I tell her, smoothing my hand over her ass. “I’m going to give you the spanking you need.”

“No! Don’t you dare, Henry! Don’t you… Ow!”

The ow comes from my palm making swift, sharp contact with her pert ass. She is absolutely incensed by that, and immediately starts kicking and cursing at me, her toes drumming on the floor as she thinks of every unkind name she can muster.

It would be too much to expect her to behave properly during this punishment, of course. She wasn’t behaving well before it. Why start now?

I pat her ass for a moment before landing another hard slap on the other cheek to even it up. She responds with a barrage of curses that a traditional sailor would not dare to repeat.

This is not going well, but I have to admit it is somewhat amusing to me. She’s such a natural brat, and her circumstances have conspired to hone that streak until it more or less consumes her entire personality.

I take a moment to explain the concept to her, in case it helps. I am sure it won’t, but I need to talk to her anyway. Throwing her over my knee and whipping her ass until she cries might be the obvious solution, but if she doesn’t understand the protocols here, she’s just going to feel beaten up, and that is very much not the point.

“When you’re being spanked, you might want to consider that it can always become worse if you act up. If you take your spanking like a good girl, it can be over relatively quickly. All you have to do…”

“Fuck you,” she swears, completely refusing the point and interrupting me while she does it.

“Alright, little girl,” I drawl. “Let’s do this the hard way.”

I flip her skirt up and pull her panties down. I was going to give her a warmup, but Fiona doesn’t really respond to mercy, reason, or common sense. She responds to force.

Her ass is beautiful, two pert rounds of insolence quivering before me as she continues to run her mouth as if she can take all the punishment in the world.

“You’re such an asshole, and I’m going to fucking kill you for this. You have no idea who you’re fucking with right now. You think because you got me escorted out of an office, you own me? You don’t own shit. I’m going to get this collar off and you’re all going to be sorry…”

“Fiona,” I say firmly.

“What?” She stops to jab the question at me.

“Stop being this much of a brat. You are writing checks your ass absolutely cannot cash, do you understand me? I am about to spank you to tears for your rudeness tonight. You don’t need to make this worse on yourself.”

“You’ve got no right to punish me.”

“You’re wrong about that, and you know it. I’m your mate. I’m your alpha. You disrespected the pack, and thereby disrespected me.”

“If you’re going to overly identify with a plate of bland spaghetti, then I’m never going to be able to do anything right,” she snaps back at me, completely missing the point like the absolute brat she is.

I respond with a flurry of slaps to her rear that I hope will help her reconsider her misbehavior. She’s been warned. She’s been given enough chances to change her mind about being a little monster. She is familiar with basic human interaction. She’s choosing to go against all sense with this behavior and that leaves me no choice but to spank her long and hard, turning her pretty round cheeks into two reddened globes.

As I work her naughty bottom into a state of what I very much hope will be something close to submission, I remind myself that she’s actually come a very long way in a short time. When I met her, not very long ago, she was killing people. Now she’s just being outlandishly rude to the people I care about. Baby steps.

The sounds she is making have gone from coherent threats to what I can only describe as an audio montage of rage. I think I can make out some curse words here and there, but for the most part she is snarling, growling, snapping, and generally carrying on.

“Now,” I say, when I think she’s had enough to be thinking on. “Let’s talk about what your misbehavior was, and how you’re not going to repeat it.”

I spread my fingers out to cup her cheeks, squeezing in what I hope is a comforting manner. It would be nice to rub some of that heat and sting into her rear.

“Fuck you…”

And off we go into another extended spanking, now focusing on her sit spots and the place where her thighs meet her ass. I want her to be so tender after this she has to start thinking about what she’s saying.

I realize two things as I keep spanking her. One, I’m going to need to use an implement, because she is taking an absolutely perverse pleasure in resisting my discipline. Two… I forget two as her hips wriggle and her thighs part, and the scent of her desire reaches me. She likes pain.