My Femdom Savior

When we got upstairs, Sophia changed into her purple negligee and sat on her bed. She looked at me like I had forgotten something.
“What are you doing?”
“Standing. Looking at you. Waiting.”
“Is that how we start fooling around, with you standing?”
“Oh! Crap!” I knelt and put my head on the floor.
“Stand up, Noah.” She looked very serious. “You just broke a rule.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I just forgot.”
“Let me finish. You broke a rule, and when you break a rule, there’s punishment, regardless of the reason.”
I nodded.
“You have other punishments, as well, from your behavior over the last few weeks. Come with me.”
I followed her down the hall to her office. She sat behind a large desk and put on a pair of reading glasses with mauve frames, then opened a pink leather notebook. As she read, she made marks on a separate piece of paper.
“As this is your first time, I’m going to go easy on you, but understand that punishments increase if you repeat errors.”
This was clearly something she’d been planning. She looked at me expectantly. I nodded.
“Ok.”
“Noah, when we do this, you answer, ‘yes, Ma’am.’”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She looked down at her book. “On the 24th, you came without permission. On the 25th, you ignored my order to sit down when we were discussing your towels.”
“Wait, you made me eat my come for that, for coming without permission.”
“Yes, but there are in-the-moment punishments and whole-relationship punishments. What you did was an offense in the moment and also in the context of our relationship as a whole. Each one is a punishable offense.”
“That’s double jeopardy. I’m being charged twice for the same crime.”
“No, it’s a crime that breaks two laws, and you’re being punished for each one. If you rob someone with an unregistered handgun, you get charged for robbery and for having an unlicensed gun.”
“But those are two different things. This was one-”
“Stop…This is not a discussion. I’m telling you what you did wrong, and now we can add talking back to the list.” She wrote it down in her notebook, then looked at me. “What do you say?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She looked back at her book. “Also on the 25th, you made fun of Star Trek, one of television’s greatest shows.”
“May I ask a question?”
“In a moment. On the 26th, you didn’t order towels or clean out the drawer in your kitchen like I told you to. Now, what’s your question?”
“Do the good things I do mitigate the punishment in any way?”
“Are you asking if you get rewarded for not breaking rules?”
“That’s not how I’d put it. I was thinking of when I do something difficult or submit to you.”
“You’re expected to follow the rules; that’s why they’re rules. Not breaking them doesn’t get you a prize. What kind of precedent would that set?”
I didn’t have an answer for that.
“However, if I’m feeling kindly towards you, your punishment will be less severe.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Your punishment this week is a spanking. 25 of them.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, and now it’s 30. Any more questions?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“Good.” She pushed back her chair and patted her thigh. “Over my lap.”
My dick pulsed in my cage, and I grimaced. Sophia noticed.
“Does this turn you on, Noah, the idea of me spanking you?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“Your dick just tried to get hard, didn’t it?”
I looked at the floor.
“Noah. I asked you a question. Does the idea of me spanking you turn you on?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”