talking about yourself negatively in the mirror. natasha overhears and is about at her wits end with you breaking that rule. no one talks badly about her baby. not even you.
“you’re getting spanked until you apologize for breaking a rule.” she says as she pulls you over her lap. she’s not gentle when she tugs your pants and underwear down your thighs.
“yeah well good luck cause you’ll be spanking me forever.” you bite back, not at all intimidated. (yet).
“yeah?” and then she spanks you—hard. the sound of her hand connecting with your skin echoing off the walls.
you gasp, but otherwise refuse to make another sound. you didn’t want her to know she was getting to you.
“now, count them. we’ll see how long ‘forever’ really lasts.” her voice was dripping confidence. she knew you would fold.
and fold you did. 48 spanks later.
you were sobbing by the end, ass a deep shade of red. your sputtering apology was accepted by natasha on one condition.
you had to say at least 5 nice things about yourself.
let’s just say they came faster to you than you thought. her hand teased along your extra sensitive backside murmuring soft “mhmm”’s as encouragement to keep going. it was a silent threat. can’t name 5 things? then more spanks it is.
