Justice for Georgina, Part 4: Marcus Makes the Rules (M/F, ruler)

WARNING: The following story includes spanking between consenting adults. Do not read further if you are under the age of 18 or if such content offends you.  

Georgina softly groaned as she bent over and pressed her forehead to the cool surface of the small wooden desk that Marcus had set up for her in a corner of his home office. Pushing some papers aside, Marcus pressed down on her back, making her upper body flush with the surface while forcing her to push her denim-clad bottom up and out over the desk’s edge. Georgina turned her head to one side and groaned again when she saw the cause of her predicament: her phone, now lying face-down on Marcus’ desk and well out of her reach for the time being. 

“Stop the groaning and grumbling, young lady,” Marcus admonished as he ran his hand over her bottom and gave it a warning tap. “You have no one to blame but yourself for being in this position.” 

“Yes, Sir,” answered Georgina, who had resolved to be on her best behavior for this punishment from the moment Marcus had walked in to find her on her phone just thirty minutes into her two-hour Tuesday night study session. The two of them had agreed on her weekly study schedule and its parameters, including the rule that she would leave her phone charging in the bedroom for the duration of each session, after she’d received her first maintenance spanking a few weeks before. She’d craved more structure in this area and had told him so, requesting more rules and consequences. 

So, he was right – she had no one to blame but herself for facing some consequences. She had learned very early in her relationship with Marcus that he always followed through on his word. It was one of the things she admired in him, but she was also beginning to learn that the consistency could be…annoying, she thought as she heard him take a step away from the desk.

“Unbutton your jeans and pull them down to your knees,” he ordered. “Panties, too. I’m not playing games with you tonight, young lady.”

His words sent a lightning bolt through Georgina's core. She felt the immediate rush of trepidation, embarrassment, and arousal that Marcus’ words could produce instantaneously.  

Still, Georgina had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from challenging the order. Something about reaching back to bare her bottom when she was already bent over made the exercise feel even more humiliating than doing it when she was standing - precisely the point, she knew. Not to mention that she was still a little sore from her maintenance session with the small wooden paddle just two nights prior. Taking a deep breath, she did as she was told, baring her bottom before arching her back and spreading her legs as much as she could to assume the position as Marcus preferred, giving him access to her inner thighs and a view of even more intimate and delicate areas. Marcus rubbed her back approvingly. 

“That’s good, Georgie,” he encouraged. “Now, I want you to clasp your hands behind your back.” When she obeyed, Marcus grabbed both of her wrists in his left hand and pinned them to the small of her back, pressing down firmly again. 

Then she felt the tap of a smooth wooden implement against her bottom and gasped, realizing that she would not even have the luxury of a warm-up with Marcus’ hand. The consequence for her infraction was a dozen smacks with the sturdy wooden ruler that Marcus kept on top of her desk – a visual reminder that had somehow also not done its intended job, Georgina realized ruefully. 

“Ok, Georgina,” said Marcus, holding the ruler in place. “What happened with your focus tonight?”

“I-” Georgina began and stopped. She had been about to say she didn’t know, but Marcus wouldn’t tolerate that kind of answer. She cleared her throat and tried again.

“I didn’t want to miss the group chat about making plans to go out this weekend,” she admitted. She heard Marcus’ tsk-tsk, feeling incredibly silly and immature about her investment in the outing. 

“You don’t think that your friends would have waited for you to make a decision, if you’d texted them before your study session to let them know you’d be unavailable for a little while?”

Marcus’ question was very reasonable. Damn it, Georgina thought. She hated how clearly wrong she was in this situation.

“No, Sir,” she conceded. “They’d have waited if I’d told them.”

“Was it somebody’s birthday? Promotion? Engagement? Anyone celebrating a special occasion?”

“No, Sir,” she said again, careful to control her tone as she squirmed with barely-concealed irritation at the line of questioning. 

“Do you think that it would be absolutely unbearable for you to spend the evening in a bar, club, or restaurant not of your choosing or primary preference?” Georgina detected the slight amusement in his voice, finding it reassuring. He was annoyed and a bit disappointed in her behavior, and he would correct it, but he was never truly angry.

“No, Sir, it wouldn’t. It was in no way a necessary phone break. I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll try to do better.”

“Nope. Want to correct that?”

“I will do better, Sir,” answered Georgina evenly, suppressing an urge to stomp her foot.

“Yes, you will,” Marcus affirmed, tapping the ruler against her bottom again. “All right, baby,  it’s time to take your medicine. You don’t have to count these. Just focus on taking it like a good girl who’s grateful to receive the discipline she deserves.”

“Yes, Sir,” Georgina said again, finding that although the first blow had not yet landed, she already felt thoroughly chastened. She was about to tell Marcus so when he brought the smooth, solid wooden implement across the fullest part of her bottom with a loud and stinging THWAP! Georgina shrieked. Though the ruler, lacking the heft of the paddle, did not produce the same deep burn, Georgina found that its fiery sting was not much easier to take – especially on a cold backside. Given her position, the jeans and panties around her knees, Marcus’ restraining hand, and his admonishment to behave for her spanking, there was little she could do but give a small wiggle of her hips before the ruler came down again, leaving an identical stinging stripe just below the previous one. 

“Owwww,” Georgina moaned.

SMACK! SMACK! Marcus brought the ruler down twice more, again leaving one fiery stripe right below another in quick succession, letting the pain build. SMACK! SMACK! The next two blows found the lower part and underside of Georgina’s round bottom, making her rise to her tiptoes with the searing sting as she yelped and did her best to stay in position. 

SMACK! SMACK! The next two were delivered to her sitspots, one on top of the other, and then another two on her upper thighs. 

“Ouch, please Sir,” Georgina moaned even louder, unable to keep herself from trying to dodge the next stroke when she felt Marcus lift the ruler again.

“Don’t you dare, young lady,” Marcus admonished, “get that disobedient bottom back in position for the last two, unless you want me to add more.”

“No, Sir!” Georgina quickly obeyed, feeling Marcus press down on her back once again.

SMACK! SMACK! Georgina yelped as Marcus unexpectedly landed the final blows back on her sitspots, reigniting and deepening the painful sting that she knew would remind her of her punishment when she sat back down to finish her study session. 

Marcus put the ruler back on the desk, released Georgina’s hands, and stroked her back gently. She very much wanted to rub the sting out of her bottom, but instead, Georgina folded her arms in front of her, knowing that rubbing would earn her another dose of the ruler. As he always did, Marcus kept her in position for a little while longer, letting her take in the full effects of her discipline, stroking her back and her hair but letting the fire he’d ignited in her backside continue to burn. After a minute or two, he helped her up and gathered her in his arms.

“That really, really hurt without a warm-up first, Sir,” she told him as she pressed her face into his chest. She felt him laugh softly.

“Warm-ups are a privilege, not a right, baby girl,” he told her, pinching one of her still-stinging cheeks and making her yelp. “What you needed tonight was a quick sharp lesson. Would you say you learned that lesson?”

“Yes, Sir,” she assured him, lifting her head to give him her most sincere look. He laughed again, regarding her with an amused skepticism. 

“We’ll see about that,” he said. “Ok, young lady, step out of those jeans and panties.”

Georgina looked up at him in confusion. “Are we…I thought we were done? With the spanking?”

“We’re done with the spanking, Georgina Catherine, but not with your discipline. It looks like you need a little bit more of it, until you can demonstrate some of your own.”

Georgina’s eyes widened further, though she didn’t hesitate to step out of her bottoms when he guided her to do so. Standing before him, naked from the waist down with her ruler-striped butt on display, was making her feel embarrassed and nervous again. She fidgeted with her t-shirt, studying him nervously. What did he mean by more discipline?

“Right now, you’re going to sit back down at your desk and finish your study session. You have another hour and a half to go. As we’ve already discovered, sitting on a punished bottom helps you focus, so I expect that you’ll be quite productive. I’ll bring you some pajama pants when you’re finished.”

Georgina opened her mouth to protest, only to catch Marcus’ raised eyebrow. “Yes, Sir,” she affirmed, already dreading the squirming she’d be doing for the rest of the evening. She began to turn to sit at her desk.

“Hold on, baby girl, there’s something else.”

Georgina gaped at him in surprise and began to stammer before she felt her stomach sink as she remembered the conversation she’d had with Marcus when they’d set her study rules. In addition to their primary method, she’d agreed to submit to some other forms of discipline at Marcus’ discretion. Of course she had agreed, she now thought glumly – she’d never realized just how undisciplined she was, so the provision had seemed purely hypothetical!

“W-What else, Sir?” she asked, annoyed at her earlier eager self.

“You said that there’s no special occasion or birthday or anything like that with your friends on Saturday, is that correct?”

Georgina swallowed hard. “Yes, that’s correct, Sir.”

“And you were out with these friends last weekend, is that correct? As well as two weekends before that?”

“Ye-yes, Sir, that’s…yes.” Georgina pressed her lips together, amused at the sudden courtroom formality of his questioning.

“And lastly, you continue to trust me to discipline you as I see fit.” This last question was uttered more like a statement, Georgina knew, because he didn’t really doubt it.

“Of course, Sir, but why-”

“Because I’ve decided that you’re grounded this weekend,” he informed her, “so I’m just making sure that I’m being only mildly draconian.”

To be continued…