"You've been a very bad girl," he said into my ear. "Lay on your stomach."
I rolled over and looked back at him wondering what he was going to do next. He surveyed my body and ran his hand down my back, resting it on my ass.
I flinched when his hand came down hard across my bottom. Several more swats followed.
"You've been very naughty lately, haven't you?" he asked as he continued spanking.
"Yes, sir. I have been," I said quietly.
He reached forward and grasped my hair with his free hand, pulling my head back while more swats landed.
"These need to get out of the way," he said while running his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties.
I heard the distinct click of his pocket knife opening. I stayed still as I felt the cold metal of the blade run down my back, then my bottom and thighs.
He rested it on my panties before slicing through one side of them, then the other. It was silent except for the sound of tearing lace.
Once they were all cut up he tossed them to the floor. The blade ran over my body again causing a shiver.
"You need to be spanked more," he whispered in my ear.
I didn't disagree.
He strapped me then caned me until I was nicely colored up and whimpering.
He rubbed my bottom and his fingers explored between my legs to locate my excitement.
He whispered into my ear how I could show him I'd be a good girl.
I quickly complied. I am a good girl sometimes.