I've Been a Bad Girl

Natasha's hand lands with a smack on my bottom. I jump forwards and wail at the burning pain. It stings and stings, even through my trousers. I reach behind to rub the pain away but she grabs my hand and puts it back. She waits a little longer before landing an even harder hit on my sore buttock. I gasp, and tears spill from my eyes. The pain pulses and spreads out to my whole body. I wriggle away from her, trying to escape her lap. She grabs me and manhandles me back into position. “Stay,” she hisses. I go still immediately. “I thought you were my good girl, Wanda,” she says, her tone drenched in disapproval. I sob; I am her good girl.