Kali sank to her knees, then forward onto her hands too, a classic crawling position. Spasms wracked her body, convulsions that broke through her control. Internal relief couldn’t compensate for the horrid heat starting to surround her bottom and down between her legs.

She looked up as Martin came into the room, a voiceless plea for mercy etched on her tearful face. He looked back, the infantile clothing making Kali look younger, her spread knees below a bottom pointing into the air making the thick padding all too apparent, the smell filling the room revealing its contents.

“Maybe next time you’ll behave,” he said, “Now, since you’re in the right position already…”

He walked behind her and swung his arm, the flat of his hand making a loud thud as it connected.

Kali nearly fell forwards, the force of the blow softened by the padding but reminding her what that was hiding, and helping it spread across her.

“Yes,” she begged, “I’ll behave. Please, stop!”

Martin smiled, but didn’t stop. Lessons needed reinforcing after all.