Her punishment wasn’t daily edging or brutal spankings.
No, I opted instead for something simpler: whenever she wanted to read – a hobby she adored – she would have to remove her top first.
At first, she didn’t understand. That hardly felt like a punishment at all. Hell, that was something she would sometimes do on her own.
But as the days went on, she began to understand. She wasn’t doing it on her own. Every time she removed her shirt and unclipped her bra, she knew that she was obeying an order.
And obedience instinctively caused her heart to skip a beat, her face to flush with arousal.
She found herself distracted by her own perky breasts, by how hard her nipples would grow due to how horny she would become. And seeing her nipples erect would only turn her on even more.
Next thing she knew, she needed to re-read every page because her brain was so distracted. Then every sentence.
Soon, the words would all blend together in a fuzzy blur on the page.
She couldn’t stop thinking about how aroused she was long enough to read anything anymore.
As she dropped her novel to the floor, pinching her nipple with one hand and fingering her dripping pussy the other, she whimpered. Of them all, this was the most agonizing punishment she had ever endured.