Mid-way through the following week, the feed of Vicky’s activity went dark on Ryan’s phone. At first he thought it was a technical issue at his end. He still was receiving data from other clients, so he began to suspect the interruption was intentional on Vicky’s part.

In fact, Vicky had seen her metrics going the wrong direction that week and in a panic had unshared with Ryan and then actively deleted the data.

She had just finished a yoga class, when she heard her phone ding with an incoming message.

Ryan: Everything ok? I seem to have lost your data feed.

Vicky: Oh, yeah. Forgot to tell you. Having problems with my phone.

Ryan: Really? I can come by and help you get it working again.

Now Vicky was stuck and felt like she was going to get caught in her lie. She decided that confessing now would be better than perpetuating the untruth.

Vicky: Actually was bummed on how this week was going and blocked you. Sorry.

Ryan: Where are you now?

Vicky: Just leaving yoga studio for home.

Ryan: I will meet you there. Take care of both issues.

Vicky read the intent of his not too subtle message - he would fix the data sharing on the app and in response to her actions, she would get a good thrashing.

Vicky: Ok. See you soon. Sorry.

She hoped her sincere contrition might ameliorate the intensity of the spanking she expected from Ryan. As she drove home, her tush already tingling in anticipation. Ryan showed up just as Vicky pulled into her parking space and they walked together to Vicky’s condo.

“Did you find a good place for your new brushes,” he asked nonchalantly. Right after their first session, he had sent Vicky links to a hairbrush and a bath brush on Amazon, with instructions to order immediately and then find a special spot to store them. He had figured they would come in handy at some point but had no clue they would get their first usage so soon.

“Yeah. They’re in a drawer in my bedside table,” Vicky replied nervously. She had seen videos of women being spanked with brushes and even though they might be staged productions, the bruises on the girls’ bottoms looked very authentic.

Once in Vicky’s living room, Ryan scolded his protege, “I can’t help you if you behave like this. Sharing that data is imperative for us to continue to work together. Do you want me to help you?” Vicky nodded penitently. “Ok. First thing, let’s get your apps reconnected.”

A few moments later, Ryan felt his own phone vibrate. He checked the notification and verified that Vicky’s activity data was once again visible.

“Now it’s time address your behavior,” Ryan began. “Fetch the bath brush.” As Vicky left the room, Ryan looked around and spotted an ottoman that would serve his needs. When Vicky returned she handed Ryan the brush and paused at his right side, instinctively knowing what came next but not exactly how. “Bare your butt and get over my knee,” he commanded. Vicky slid her yoga pants and underwear to mid-thigh and draped herself over Ryan’s lap.

To his left, Ryan placed his phone on the floor where it was visible to them both. It was pre-set with a two-minute timer. “Hit start when you’re ready,” he instructed. Vicky hesitated for a few moments and then tapped the start button. Ryan immediately began to paddle her bare ass with fast, sharp swats. He would switch from side-to-side alternating to deliver three or four successive strikes to the same spot. He was meticulous in spreading coverage high and low and on the inner and outer sides of her cheeks as well. Vicky stoically took the intense spanking but began to buck slightly as the heat grew well past what she thought she could endure.

When the timer had about twenty seconds remaining, Ryan switched cadence and gave her left sit spot five very hard, slow whacks and then applied the same to the right side and then repeated the pattern once again. Vicky’s cheeks were glowing red orbs with an emerging bullseye bruise on each sit spot. When she felt the light pressure his left hand on the small of her back release she stood and hopped about the room in an attempt to mute the pain.

“I hoped you’ve learned your lesson,” Ryan scolded, trying to keep a straight face has he as more a little amused by Vicky’s post-spanking dance. “Since we don’t have any data to go by and you’ve already been spanked, let’s skip the session we had scheduled this week. Ok?”

“And miss another spanking?” Vicky said with a heavy layer of snark.

“Nice attitude,” Ryan noted. “I’m just warmed up. We could go another round with the brush if you’re feeling frisky.”

“No, thanks. I think that’s enough for today,” Vicky begged.