by David McKnight
My name is David and I live in South Texas on a ranch near the Rio Grande River. My cattle, oil, and real estate interests paid off handsomely over the years, so I no longer have to worry about money. I love women but am disillusioned with dating and marriage. Therefore, I came up with a solution that is not politically correct, but which fulfills my needs while helping poor girls with limited prospects.
I go across the river into Mexico and find a beautiful young woman living with poverty-stricken parents. I discuss what I want, and if the girl and her parents agree, I start the process. I get a work visa for the young woman, move her into my home, and start the procedure for getting her U.S. citizenship. I pay her a good salary, enough to send money back to her parents, but also to save for her future.
There is no contract so she is free to return home at any time. When she gets her U.S. citizenship, which usually takes two or three years, I help her find an apartment and a job in whatever city in Texas she chooses. I also give her a new car and a check for $25,000. In exchange for all of this, she keeps my house clean, does my laundry, cooks, and performs secretarial duties. In addition, she obeys me in all things, satisfies my sexual needs, and submits to my discipline.
Sonia started working for me today. She's nineteen years old, about 5'1" and probably weighs less than 100 pounds. She has beautiful light brown hair which has a natural wave, and which she wears shoulder length. She has soft brown eyes, a bright smile, small perky breasts, and a nicely rounded little ass. Her complexion is very fair because her mother is Anglo. Her trim petite body has curves in all the right places.
After I bring her across the border, I take her to see Emily, a doctor who's a friend of mine. We dated at one time but are just good friends now. When a nurse calls Sonia back to the exam area, I accompany her. She checks Sonia's weight, blood pressure, and temperature then draws blood and asks for a urine sample. The lab will do all the normal tests plus screen for aids, pregnancy, and drugs.
The nurse then escorts us to a private examination room where Emily soon joins us and listens to Sonia's heart and lungs, examines her eyes, looks in her ears, and asks her numerous questions concerning her health. When Emily finishes, she nods at me. I tell Sonia, "Take your clothes off for the rest of the examination."
She just stands there as if she didn't hear me.
I say to her, "Take your clothes off so Emily can continue your examination."
Slowly and awkwardly, she takes off her shoes, jeans, and top. She stands there in her bra and panties.
"Take all your clothes off," I command.
I see a tear slide down her cheek as she removes her undergarments.
Emily does a thorough check of Sonia's skin looking for scars, needle marks, and any suspicious looking growths or moles. She tells Sonia to lie down on the examining table then checks her breasts for lumps and performs a pelvic exam. More tears appear on Sonia's face but she does everything Emily asks.
"She seems to be in perfect health," Emily announces when she completes the exam. "I'll let you know if any problems appear in her lab results."
I hug Emily and kiss her on the cheek as I thank her. After she leaves, I tell Sonia she can put her clothes back on. When she is dressed, I ask her to sit on my lap.
I hug her and kiss her as I say, "I know this was upsetting to you, but it was for your own good. You were very brave and did what we asked even though I could tell you wanted to run out of the room. Why did it bother you so much?"
"It was the first time you saw me naked and I was embarrassed about my body. And no doctor has ever examined me like that."
I gently answer, "I'm sorry it disturbed you. You have a great body and should never be ashamed of it. Some men may like big tits and asses, but I'm not one of them. You are small but everything is in the right proportion and when you see Emily in the future, you won't have to disrobe completely or have another pelvic exam."
Sonia looks relieved and smiles as she says quietly, "Thank you, David."
I make my voice stern as I continue, "I do need to warn you about one thing, though. You must always obey me. If I have to tell you to do something three times, I'll give you a spanking. Do you understand me?"
Sonia looks meekly at the floor as she says, "Yes, sir. I'm sorry and it won't happen again."
"Well, it shouldn't have happened even once. I had to tell you to undress three times so pull down your jeans and panties and bend over the examination table."
She is slow to obey but does as I instruct. When she is in position and her ass is bare, I give each buttock a hard swat that leaves a pink impression of my hand. I continue spanking her for about a minute until she starts to cry. I then lift her up, turn her around, and gently hug her for several moments. She rests her head on my chest as I rub her back and say comforting things to her.
When she stops crying and gets control of herself I quietly ask, "Do you still want me to take you to my ranch or do you want to return to Mexico."
Her answer comes instantaneously, "I'm so sorry I didn't obey you the first time; please don't take me back to Mexico. Please, please take me home with you."
"That's the answer I wanted to hear," I say as I pat her bare butt. "You can pull up your panties and pants now. I very much want to take you home with me so let's go get in my car and find us some lunch."
I live on a large ranch near Laredo. I converted the old ranch house into an office and it now contains space for my twenty or so employees. I built a new house for myself in a wooded area near a creek and that's where I take Sonia after we eat. I let her wander around as I answer her questions and point out the locations of items she will be using. She's surprised when I tell her she has her own bedroom and bathroom. It's more convenient for me because I like my privacy and occasionally have other women in my bed.
During her first week, she proves to be an excellent cook and a hard worker. She is also dynamite in bed - inexperienced but willing to do whatever I ask of her. She has plenty of free time so I show her how to operate the entertainment center and introduce her to the internet. During the second week, her work ethic rapidly disintegrates. I see her playing when she should be working. I decide it's time for another spanking so I get a paddle and call her into the den.
"Sonia, you're intelligent, gorgeous, and fantastic in bed. Your cooking is excellent and your housekeeping was good the first week. I'm looking forward to spending several years with you because I think you will make a great companion. However, this week your housework is not so good. I see you playing when you should be cleaning or taking care of the laundry. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Oh, sir, you're right," she answers as she starts to cry softly. "TV, DVDs and the internet are all so new to me they are like an addiction. I just can't get enough of them. Please give me a good spanking for my behavior instead of sending me back home."
"Don't worry, I'm not even thinking about sending you back," I reassure her. "But I will give you a spanking to remind you to do your chores first. Take off your clothes."
She hesitates just a moment before disrobing. She is a very modest person. When we make love, she undresses in the bathroom and likes the bedroom to be as dark as I allow. Stripping in the full light of day is hard for her. And even though there is no one outside, I see that the large windows in this room bother her.
She quickly takes off her skirt and blouse then slowly unfastens her bra and gradually lifts it over her shoulders. She lets it fall to the floor then puts both thumbs under the waistband of her panties. She slowly lowers them to her knees then gracefully steps out of them. She starts to cover herself with her arms, but a shake of my head stops her. With her arms hanging at her sides, I slowly admire her exquisite body. It is breathtaking. After a while, I say, "Please, turn around."
She turns her back to me with her arms still at her sides. I'm a connoisseur of female bottoms since they are my favorite part of the female anatomy. I love to look at them and caress them. I have a portfolio of photographs of female behinds, which I have collected over the years from the internet. Sonia's ass has to be in the top five or ten percent.
Her slim waist and legs give just the right emphasis to it. Her crack starts neither too high nor too low and the skin of her buttocks is flawless. I lose track of time as I study this wonder of nature. Finally, I go to the dining room and bring back a nice comfortable chair without arms. I place it in the middle of the room, sit down, and say, "Over my knees, Sonia."
I can tell she has been spanked in this position before by the ease with which she assumes it. Since she is so short, she can barely reach the floor with her fingers and toes at the same time. I run my hand over her butt as I say, "I'm going to spank you with my hand, but if you struggle I'll use that paddle you see on the table."
I stop caressing her lovely bottom and give her a hard swat on the center of her right buttock. Smack!
She jerks in surprise. I continue spanking her - three or four smacks to the right buttock then three or four to the left. Because of her fair complexion, her behind quickly turns pink. After about twenty of my firm spanks, she starts to cry out.
Smack! "Ow." Smack! Smack! "Oh, that really stings." Smack! Smack! Smack! "Ow, ow, I won't neglect my chores any more, I promise," she says as she starts to cry in earnest.
As I continue spanking her, I notice that she is not kicking her legs or struggling in any way. She continues to lie limply over my lap. I've never punished anyone who could remain as still as this during a spanking. It's refreshing not to have to restrain her legs or hold her wrists behind her back.
Smack! Smack! "Please, sir, isn't that enough?"
After spanking her for several more minutes, I stop and rub her behind for a while to keep the nerve endings active. When I continue the spanking, I decide to change my technique. Instead of letting my hand bounce off her behind after every smack, I grip a hunk of her bottom each time my hand falls. I squeeze the flesh and shake it before I let go.
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