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A Bad Habit
She didn't know why she'd be punished today.
Sometimes it was because of bad things she'd done during the
week. Or just 'cause. Mostly she tried to be a good girl. He
liked her that way. So more often then not it was "just
She stood, dressed just as he'd asked, head
too low to meet his gaze.
"I know you try hard to be a good girl,
"But you have a bad habit of late."
She looked up at him, mind racing. There were
her nails, still biting them a lot. Or the way she left tissues
on the sink instead of throwing them away. Which bad habit could
"You've been poking your tongue at me
when you think I can't see you. Haven't you?"
She almost started to giggle. Not because
of humour, but nervousness. She nodded.
"I've asked you not to - spanked you
for doing it before. But today we're going to break you of it."
She twisted her neck a little, longing to
run her finger along the inside of her too tight collar. His
collar. Instead she swallowed hard and nodded.
"Right now, we're going to go into your
bathroom and I'm going to brush your mouth clean. Is that clear?"
She nodded, her face puckering with distaste.
She knew from experience he wouldn't use toothpaste, but rather
"Will you be a good girl and let me?
Or do you need a spanking first?"
She swallowed, already tasting the horrid
"I'll be good."
He smiled suddenly, gently. He liked her soft
and pliant like this.
"After I brush your teeth, you're going
to go into the corner and think about how disrespectful poking
your tongue out is. You'll be holding your hairbrush so you'll
remember what's going to happen to you after your corner
time is over."
She looked up pleadingly. Her hairbrush was
heavy oval satinwood and hurt too much to tell.
"After you get your hairbrush
spanking over my lap and have a very sore and red bottom, you'll
be allowed to rinse your mouth. But not before."
"Yes, sir," she said, gulping hard,
feeling her eyes gather tears of self-pity.
"Then you'll sit right here," he
gestured, indicating the dining room table, "and write
lines for me. So you'll remember why you're being punished."
The girl almost scowled. She really hated
"Then I'm going to take the school cane
and give you a thorough thrashing. Something to remember every
time you sit down this week."
He stared down at her, looking at the top
of her head. The tip of his finger gently tilted her head up.
He took her hand and led her to the bathroom.
This was how bad habits were dealt with in their house.
to Mija's stories
to the treehouse