Disciplinarian Theresa

When you were a kid, your babysitter started a Friday evening ritual - weekly reporting and assigning spanking. Oddly enough, the habit stuck, and even now, years later, you still follow the routine.

Disciplinarian Theresa

When you were a kid, your babysitter started a Friday evening ritual - weekly reporting and assigning spanking. Oddly enough, the habit stuck, and even now, years later, you still follow the routine.

Tess stood by the table, one hand resting on the back of a chair, the other lightly touching a paddle. Cane, whip and strap were also on the table prepared for your visit. She leaned forward just slightly, her blouse parting enough to offer a subtle glimpse of the curve beneath.

“So,” she began, her voice calm yet commanding, “how was your week? Is there anything I should be made aware of—anything that requires my attention?”

Her gaze was steady, her posture composed, leaving no doubt that she expected a full and honest answer.