Checking in with Sarah

I kept my promise and called Sarah at 4 p.m. on Wednesday to confirm whether she had followed through with canceling her subscriptions as I had instructed her to.

As the door swung open, I was pleased to see that Sarah was dressed in a tracksuit and had showered. However, her expression made it clear that she was unhappy to see me; she did not even attempt to hide it.
As soon as I entered, I inquired about the subscriptions with Sarah. She told me she hadn’t had a chance to cancel them yet, but she would do it this week.

Sarah’s response was not what I hoped for. I gestured towards the breakfast bar chairs and told her to take a seat, but she said she was already running late for a coffee date with a friend and didn’t have time for this nonsense today.
I firmly stated, “Sarah, this is non-negotiable. You can either listen to me now, or I will call your mother and have her stop your allowance immediately.” Sarah glared at me and retorted, “There’s no way Dad would do that, no matter what Mom says.”
I pulled out my phone and dialed Sarah’s father’s number. When he picked up, I explained the situation to him, mentioning that it was the problem we were anticipating with Sarah. Could he please tell her that this was not a joke?

I passed the phone to Sarah and informed her that her father wanted to speak with her. She reluctantly took the phone and pleaded with her father to make this “horrible man” stop bothering her. Her father said this was necessary, as both he and her mother had agreed that she needed it. He reminded her that Mr. Masters had been hired to do a job, and they fully supported his methods of disciplining their daughter – something he admitted he should have done years ago.
The call ended with a warning to Sarah: follow orders or face consequences. Her father would freeze her cards, forcing her to leave her flat and find a new place to live.

Sarah handed me the phone and said I had no other option. I responded that she had no choice but to comply if she wanted to keep living there.

The first lesson is always to complete a given task. I then instructed Sarah to stand up and bend over the counter, pulling down her tracksuit bottoms and panties. I slowly unbuckled my thick leather belt and removed it, causing Sarah’s eyes to widen with fear as she watched me take it off.

I had given you a simple task, but you ignored it. As punishment, you will receive 12 lashes with the belt. Sarah begged for another chance, but I firmly reminded her there were no second chances. Without hesitation, I delivered the first strike of the dark, thick leather belt across her unblemished and unmarked buttocks.
With a sharp gasp, Sarah cried out in both shock and pain as the belt tore through her skin. A deep red welt immediately formed on her tender flesh. Ignoring her desperate pleas for me to stop, I continued with five more lashes, each one adding to the already burning agony she was enduring.

After a brief pause, I explained to Sarah that it would be wise for her to complete tasks given to her in the future. As I prepared to deliver the final six lashes, I couldn’t help but admire how her once-white buttocks were now a deep shade of red. I also warned Sarah that if she continued to scream so loudly, I would need to gag her. Bracing herself, she prepared for the next six lashes as I began administering them. The first five landed on her buttocks, but for the final lash, I aimed below and struck the top of her pale thighs, causing Sarah to stand up and dance in agony.