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Date Posted: 03:08:48 03/15/08 Sat
As I enter the room I see you sitting on the sofa. You are georgeous, as usual, and as I look at you I wonder how someone so innocent looking, could be so full of mischief.
I clear my throat so you will know I'm there, and then pull a maple chair into the middle of the room. The chair is armless, with a high back. But you know that. You've been across my lap before, and have clutched at the curved legs of this chair as you've squirmed and cried uselessly.
I sit down in the chair and as I quietly look at you, I let out a heavy sigh. "So you've been bad again!" I say sternly, and my deep voice echoes throughout the room.
I begin to roll up the sleeves of my white dress shirt, thinking how I'm really going to have to tan your bottom good this time. It's such a shame, because you can behave so well most of the time. I wonder for a second if you even know why you are about to be punished. But I know you really do know. You've done this same thing before, and you WERE warned. I think how you probably feel that you're too old to be punished in this way. You're grown after all. But it's what you need to help you to be good. We both know that.
My dark eyes bore into yours as I loosen my tie.
"You know what's going to happen now, don't you?" I ask as I pat my lap. And then not waiting for you to answer I continue. "Come over to me now so we can get this over with."
I sit still and wait for you to make your way over to me. When you are close enough, I reach over and gently clasp your upper arm. Then I guide you over to my right side. Reaching over with my free hand I deftly unclasp your pants, tugging them down, along with your underwear.
"You're going to get a good, long spanking now," I tell you as I pull you across my broad lap. Once you are settled there, I hold you securely around the waist, as I glide my hand across your bare cheeks and then rest my broad palm there. As I look down at your bottom, I think what a shame it is to turn such delicately colored skin a deep, angry red. But that is what I'm about to do. It has to be done, you know, because of your misbehavior.
I lift my right palm, and still holding you around the waist, bring it down hard on your left cheek. The sound rings out and I watch as a red handprint appears. As I lift my hand again, I bring it down crisply on your right bun and another large handprint appears. As I continue spanking your poor tender flesh, I can tell how much it's hurting you. I also know how much you want to get away. But we both know that I am stronger than you, and any attempt you make will fail. We also know that you've earned this spanking and that I'm going to see it through.
"You know what you did was wrong," I say calmly as I continue to heartily slap your behind. "I warned you before about it."
Your distress at being spanked isn't lost on me. I know it hurts. I know the stinging is almost unbearable now, as I continue to whap your bottom.
I stop for a moment and rub my stinging palm gently across your back. I try to soothe you for a few seconds because this spanking is going to last a long, long time. Also because you usually are so good, I think you deserve this little respite.
SLAP! SLAP!
I start spanking again with renewed vigor. I give you two swats on the most tender parts of your bottom, right where the lower curves meet your thighs, and I can tell by your reaction that I'm making quite an impression on you.
SLAP! SLAP!
I spank you again on the same area and I can see it turn a vivid, crimson-red. I decide to spank you faster now, so you can really learn the lesson that I'm trying to teach you, and my palm strikes your bottom rapidly all over. Quick, crisp spanks descend on you and I know how it must hurt. But you have to learn, I tell myself.
I spank your hips and the top of your thighs as well, and you react to that. I spank you until I'm sure you've learned your lesson and then I rest my palm on your well-spanked bottom.
"Have you learned your lesson now?" I ask you. I can't tell if it's because you're having trouble responding through your tears, or if you are being defiant, but I hear no response from you.
Your spanking will have to continue then, I decide as I raise my palm once more.
Spank! Spank! Spank!
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
On and on it goes...as your bottom turns an even darker shade of red.. and your spanking continues.
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