Paige knocked tentatively on Mr Talbot’s heavy front door. She fought the urge to run away before he answered.

She had met Mr Talbot online while browsing a website catering to people with various fetishes and kinks. Mr Talbot’s profile as a ‘disciplinarian’ stated that he “liberally applied spankings as a consequence for women who needed stern guidance to address behavioral issues”. In their early messages, he clarified that his role as a disciplinarian was to aid Paige in improving on the goals she defined. He was not a Dom , a role he viewed as a relationship controlling her life more broadly. He pushed back against that term as it had lifestyle and sexual implications that did not suit his connections with women he agreed to discipline.

He seemed to be exactly what Paige had been seeking. The connection had begun with a few exploratory messages. The dialog grew in detail and introspection with Mr Talbot prompting Paige to reveal the kinds of actions and conduct she wanted to address. First, she had a nasty habit of speeding that had resulted in a few tickets and higher insurance premiums. She also fought with effectively managing her time and the most common outcome was being late. She worked for a large real estate group, coordinating inspectors and tradesmen, delivery of documents and other logistical issues to aid the agents. While her productivity was good, she often irked her co-workers, clients and vendors because she was often tardy to meetings and appointments. Lastly, Paige was in an online MBA program. Successful completion of the degree required a time commitment that so far had not been routinely realized.

Mr Talbot had suggested that - if she was truly serious about engaging him - they meet for coffee and discuss details. He warned her that he would set rules and boundaries and violations would result in Paige being soundly spanked on the bare bottom. She should expect any given session to leave her bottom sore and probably marked. Paige agreed she needed that kind of ‘tough love’ to help her improve.

A few days later they met at Starbucks and Mr Talbot outlined the rules and how Paige’s behavior would be tracked and what the punishments for infractions would be. He handed her a small gadget that she was to plug into the OBD port on her car. Coupled with an app she downloaded to her phone, the system would track her driving speed and compare it against the speed limit on the road she was driving. It pushed the data to a Google sheet every five minutes. Mr Talbot would have irrefutable information about Paige’s habit of running late and then speeding to the next event or appointment.

The second part of his program was a small custom shortcut for her phone. She was to run the shortcut when she arrived at each destination during her work day. It logged the time and location to another shared sheet. Since Paige had already granted Mr Talbot access to her work calendar, he would knew when she was late. No system was perfect but now any tardiness would be easily detected and quantified.

Finally, Paige was to record time devoted to studying. Mr Talbot had no glitzy gadget or app to check on her claim, instead relying on her own commitment to truthfulness.

Mr Talbot then addressed the consequences portion of the program. Speeds less than 5 MPH over limit would be ignored. All instances above that would carry a penalty of one swat with his wooden hairbrush per MPH. For punctuality, being four or less minutes late would be ignored. Above that, each five minutes tardiness would earn her a swat with his frat-style paddle, that he referred to as ‘Buster’. That is, he explained, if over the course of the week she was late three times - once for 5 min, another time 10 min and third 15 min - she would be receiving six swats.

During their email dialog, Paige had surmised that she need to devote a minimum of ten hours per week to her studies. Mr Talbot had devised an incentive to push her towards a heavier academic commitment. If she devoted ‘only’ ten hours, she would receive ten strokes with his leather belt. She had eyed the thick leather belt he was wearing and remembered a similar belt being used routinely in her youth by her parents. Each 15 min shy of ten hours would result in another stroke. So, if she only logged nine hours in a given week, she would be due fourteen strokes. Conversely, addition study time would reduce the stroke count - one for each hour - so that if she logged fifteen hours of study, she would still have her ass strapped by the belt but only five strokes.

Paige gulped after Mr Talbot concluded his overview of the program. She was definitely worried about the pain of the spanking but maybe even more uneasy about baring her bottom.

“I’m nervous about being bare,” she began, “Could I keep my underwear on? I could wear a thong so both cheeks are essentially bare.”

“Embarrassment is a key part of the punishment program and all spankings will be on a completely bare bottom” Mr Talbot replied, “In fact, that reminds me of another issue that I almost forgot. Speeding is the most egregious issue you are working on. It’s a very dangerous behavior and the safety implications of excessive speed will have a direct impact on your punishments. We will begin each session with the punishment for any speeding. If all incidents are less than 20 over the limit, you will bare your bottom and go over my knee for your spanking with the brush. However, if any speeding incident during the week was more than 20 over the limit, you will undress completely and you will remain naked for all punishments.”

Paige gasped at the thought of Mr Talbot seeing her completely in the buff. She had approached the discussion concerned he would see her bare below the waist but notion that she might absorb a lengthy spanking while totally nude created a strange mixture of trepidation and arousal.

In the week after their meeting for coffee, the looming consequences had not been much of a deterrent. A few times she had noticed her speed and winced a bit imagining the impact of the brush against her bottom but it had not really slowed her down. However, her reluctance to be completely naked in front of her new disciplinarian had kept her from going wildly fast. She had also been late to several appointments and while that caused a tingling response, her behavior was largely unchanged. She was mentally thinking about the expected swat count when the door opened.

“Hello, Paige,” Mr Talbot said, greeting her with a smile. A Mr Talbot’s suggestion, she had agreed on a lunchtime session. His reasoning is that he wanted her to endure the remained of the workday with a sore bottom as an immediate reminder to adjust her behavior.

“Hi,” she replied softly and follow him back to his home office. She noted a lone wooden chair already positioned in the center of the room, and imagined that in short order she would be draped over his knee as the heavy brush walloped her bare butt.

“Let’s see,” he began interrupting her daydream, “Three times this week you were over the posted limit by 15, another two times 10 over and a whopping nine times you were 5 over. That adds up to 110.” He paused and turned the index card with his notes over in his hand. “I’m thinking that you’re more concerned about being bare than the punishment itself. I’m tempted to expand the conditions that trigger you getting your punishments while buck naked.”

“No, please,” Paige begged.

“The speeding issue needs your full attention and to be sure it does, any future session where you have more than one 15 mile violation or any 20 mile violation will result in you stripping completely for your punishment,” he stated gruffly. “Now about the other matters - your cumulative tardiness was a full hour so you’re due an even dozen. Plus, you only logged eight hours of study time, so 18 with my belt for falling short on your academic commitment.”

Paige felt butterflies in her stomach as Mr Talbot picked up the brush and sat in the chair. “Over my knee, young lady,” he ordered. She approached his right side and hesitantly slid her leggings and panties down to just below her bottom. “Lower,” he commanded and she pushed them to mid-thigh. He nodded and she lowered herself over his lap. The first few swats felt like wasp individual stings but soon her butt was becoming so hot and sore that discrete swats were merely a incremental addition to the overall inflammation.

It took just under two minutes for Mr Talbot to paddle her bottom with 110 times with the brush. He paused and Paige felt the release his slight pressure on her lower back with his left hand. She stood and began to pull up her panties.

“Not so fast, missy. We’re not close to being done,” he scolded. Paige blushed facing him totally bare from waist to knees. He stood from the chair, “Face the chair, bend over and grasp the seat. Do not let go from seat or the swat does not count.” Paige hobbled to the chair and bent over. “Wider stance,” he commanded. She had purposefully kept her legs together to reduce her exposure but now reluctantly shuffled her ankles apart slightly. “Shoulder width,” he added. She hesitantly readjusted her stance, imagining the view that she now presented. “Count these,” he ordered, tapping Buster against her already sore cheeks.

“Yeeeeeoow, one,” she yelped

After she had screamed, “Twelve!” Mr Talbot laid the paddle on the chair below her. She heard the familiar jangle of a belt buckle and then the whoosh of air before it impacted her butt. The heavy leather bit sharply against her already bruised sit spots creating criss-cross welts on an already colorful canvas. When the last stroke had fallen, Mr Talbot offered her a box of tissues, and Paige dried her tears. She left the session resolute to minimize any sitting for the rest of the day.

The next morning, Paige had a doctor’s appointment for what she thought might be a sinus infection. As the doctor examined her ears, noses, throat and neck glands, her ass was still very sore and she shifted uncomfortably as she sat on the hard exam table. He concluded the exam with the pronouncement that she indeed had a sinus infection and the nurse, Amy, would be back some medicine.

Paige assumed he meant a prescription and was shocked when Amy entered the room with a syringe. “Ugh,” Paige uttered and began to unbutton her blouse so she could more easily expose her upper arm.

“Wrong spot,” Amy replied with a smile. “This one goes in your tushie. I need you to raise your skirt and lay face down on the table.” Paige reluctantly complied and then reached back to lower her panties slightly. She hoped this would provide ample target for the shot without revealing the evidence her spanking. She felt Amy hook fingers in the waistband of her panties on either side and tug them lower. “Oh my! Looks like you’ve been naughty,” Amy remarked while swabbing Paige’s bared cheek.

“Yeah. I started seeing a disciplinarian and he gave me a hard...” Paige began and then tensed as Amy plunged the needle into her glute. “...spanking,” Paige groaned as a painful burn arose in the mostly unspanked upper right butt cheek.

“Interesting,” Amy admitted. “I see a fellow to help me with my language. Last week I used the F-word a bit excessively.” Amy turned, dropped her scrubs and bent forward slightly revealing the bruising of a recently paddled bottom. “This guy named his paddle "Buster". Buster and I got really well-acquainted last night.”