You scurry to Terra’s office, hands on your butt to protect yourself from her palm. Terra strides along behind you, her demeanor alone keeping you several steps ahead. You reach her office in record time and she shuts the door behind you both. The sound of the snib hitting the latch gives you an ominous feeling all over.

“Bend over,” she says, pointing at her desk.

“Bu…”

Terra scruffs you like a kitten, taking hold of the back of your neck and presses you down against the desk, pinning you easily in place. You squirm, but she’s stronger than you and damn determined. In seconds, your pants and panties are both gone, whisked down by her fingers which hook in both.

You hardly have time to process your partial nudity before the paddle starts landing with crisp, hard slaps which send bolts of pain through your bottom. The paddle hurts every bit as much as you thought it would and more. She delivers six swats to your poor bottom, every single one of them imparting a hellacious burn. Your feet drum against the floor, gasped curses escape your lips and tears spring to your eyes.

Terra holds you in place, pausing for a moment as she towers over you. “I do not tolerate attitude or disobedience, cadet,” she lectures you. “As long as you’re in my unit, your ass is mine. Remember that next time you think about mouthing off to me after I give you chance after chance.”

It would be bad enough if she was simply disciplining you out of her duty as an instructor, but there’s more to this. This is personal. And there’s a note of disappointment in her tone which makes you almost feel worse in your heart than you do in your butt.

“I’m sorry!” You gasp the words.

“I’m sure you are,” she says, bringing the paddle down again in another stinging stroke which makes your entire body jolt. “I’m sure you’re very sorry you’re not getting away with being a spoiled little brat. I gave you an inch and you took a mile. That won’t happen again.”

The paddle lands several times more in quick succession, searing her words into your soul.

“I’m sorry!” You cry out. “I’m sorry I let you down!”

“You did, cadet,” she says, letting the paddle rest against your burning butt. “I thought you were better than this.”

You let out a sob of pure sadness.

“I know,” you say in watery tones. “I deserve this.”

“You do,” she agrees. The paddle lands three more times, three hard whacks which make you screech as they land with more intensity than any before them.

She lets you go and you bounce up, grabbing your butt. It stings. It aches. It fucking hurts. All you can do is rub, but rubbing seems to make it worse. “Owww..owww..owww…” you whimper.

“Don’t give me cause to do that again, cadet,” Terra says.

You look up at her, ready to promise that you won’t – and you notice that you’re not the only one with tears in your eyes. There’s a definite glimmer of liquid in Terra’s gaze, though she’s obviously holding it back.

The expression on her face isn’t one of anger at you, or satisfaction at having paddled you. She’s doing her best to keep her composure, but you can read the tension in the lines of her face. She didn’t like doing that. Not at all.

“Terra,” you say, failing to use her proper title in your distress. “I’m honestly really sorry.”

She nods and opens her arms. You hesitate for a moment, then fall into them, naked from the waist down, hot bottom blazing red as you bury your face in her breast and whimper apologies. Terra reaches down and pats your cheeks, comforting you gently. You inhale deeply, drawing her scent into your lungs. She smells so good, and her body is so warm and surprisingly soft against yours. You’ve dreamed about being held by Terra, and now it’s happening. It was almost worth the sore bottom just to be held in her arms and soothed by her hands.

“It’s okay, cadet,” she says, her voice catching a little. “You’re forgiven. Just, don’t do that again, please.”

The please has a note of real pleading in it. She’s your instructor, but when it comes to how much trouble you get into, that’s in your control. She’ll give you what you deserve. It’s your job not to deserve it.

“I’ll try,” you promise her. “I’ll try really hard.”

*****

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