Amy’s first punishment

I arrived at Amy’s at 8 pm prompt as we had agreed.
A somewhat nervous Amy answered the door and invited me in. Amy had dressed casually in jeggings and a loss fitting top.
As Amy was nervous, I decided to engage in some small talk until she was more settled.
We then discussed the last few days, and Amy had not had a cigarette since our call. Amy used this to try a negotiate a lesser punishment as she had already learned her lesson. Still, I had to remind Amy that we had an agreement which she had broken, knowing what the consequences were and if she continued to try to reduce the number, I would add another three.
I placed a dining room chair in the middle of the floor and instructed Amy to take down her jeggings and panties and then to bend over the chair and let me know when she was ready.

Once Amy was ready, I instructed her to count out each lash and to add “thank you, Sir” after each count. Any miscounting would reset the counter back to zero.
I then reminded Amy of our no-smoking agreement and how this was for her good. I told her she had no one to blame but herself, she was the one who smoked.
The first lash had Amy squirming and crying out; I reminded her that this would be over far quicker if she stayed still. By the fourth lash, Amy was pleading with me to stoop pas she had learned her lesson and could take no more, but I told her we were going to see the punishment through to the end and that was that. By lash ten, Amy had given up pleading and was resigned to the fact she was getting fifteen.
When I had finished, Amy’s cheeks were a very red colour, and it was clear this was going to hurt for some time and be uncomfortable for a few days. I helped Amy to stand up and told her to go and stand in the corner with her hands on her head, with instructions not to rub her bottom. If she did rub her sore cheeks, I would give her another three.
While Amy stood in the corner, I reminded her that I would not hesitate to come back next week and administer another punishment if she touched a cigarette.

After 15 minutes in the corner, Amy was stilling sobbing a little and feeling very sorry for herself. I instructed her to get dressed while I made her a cup of tea.
When I handed her her tea, I told her the slate had been wiped clean, and I was proud of her for having the courage to endure the punishment.