It’s been a long time coming, and you know it. The anticipation is killing you, partly because you’ve never been spanked and partly because you know that it will hurt…a lot.
You and I made an arrangement for me to help with some things that you wanted to work on, guidelines to be followed, actions to be adhered to strictly. But now you find yourself waiting nervously at the kitchen island for my knock at the door.
You completed getting ready as I instructed. Freshly showered, shaved completely clean (including your pubic mound) without a single hair left, your makeup done, your hair in high pigtails, white cotton panties and modest white bra, a skirt and blouse. You feel like a little girl, which is exactly how you are supposed to feel, because only naughty little girls get spankings.
You look at the cup of coffee sitting on the counter in front of you, thinking about all the ways you could have avoided this moment. You reach out and grab the cup, its warmth radiating through the ceramic as you cradle it in your hands and take a long drink of it. All you can think about is how soon your bottom will radiate heat like the coffee cup in your hands.
There is a sharp knock at the door. The sound snaps you out of your thoughts about the warmth of the coffee cup. You set the cup down, stand and straighten yourself before heading to the door.
You take a deep breath, calming your nerves, just before opening the door. As the door swings in, your gaze climbs up to meet mine. I am dressed in a suit and tie, holding onto a very large oak paddle. You look at the paddle in my hand, knowing that I made no attempt to hide it on my walk from the car to your door. The thought that the neighbors saw the paddle and now know what is going to transpire here shortly darts through your mind.
I ask you to hold out your arms straight in front of you, palms up. You do so. I lay the paddle across your outstretched arms and tell you to hold it there, in that position until I tell you to move them. The paddle isn’t heavy, but the fact that your arms are outstretched and holding an object is tiring out your arms.
I take off my suit jacket and drape it over the back of a chair before I sit down to take my shoes off. I know your arms are getting tired, I can see them begin to tremble from the strain of holding them outright…but I take my time in untying my shoes and placing them neatly beside the door.
I throw the deadbolt on the door and turn to face you. I take the paddle off of your outstretched arms and motion for you to take your position.
You retreat to the kitchen island, where earlier you placed tape marks on the floor to show you where your feet were to be firmly planted during the spanking. Shoulder width apart and far enough from the island so that as you grabbed onto it, you were forced into a perfect right angle at your waist.
I ask you to remove your panties before you take your position. You nervously reach under your skirt, and pull them down, Desperately trying to remain modest as I keep my gaze intently on you. As your panties slide down your smooth legs and around your ankles, you step out of them and leave them on the floor.
It may have been the nerves, but you somehow forgot that you aren’t supposed to leave your panties crumpled on the floor…you are supposed to pick them up and neatly fold them and place them on the counter in front of you.
I wait to see if you remember, which you do in short order. Good thing to, because that would have added an additional 5 strokes to your already large count.
You turn to take your position, and as you settle into your bent over stance, I lift your skirt, exposing your bare bottom. I can see all of you…the freshly shaved pussy, your smooth legs, your firm round bottom. Everything you desperately tried to keep hidden a moment ago when you removed your panties was now on display and being closely inspected by me.
I take my time, letting the anticipation build, until finally, you feel me rest the blade of the paddle squarely on your bottom. 25 is your count today. 25 hard strokes of the paddle. Brace yourself as I bring the paddle down with full force onto your pale bottom. You instantly regret all your choices that led up to this moment, wishing you had a do over.
I wait for the count to escape from your stunned lips, and as soon as I hear you say one, I deliver the second blow.
I continue the methodical paddling of your bottom, watching your pale skin turn to red and than to purple, all the while listening to you count the stokes…15, 16, 17…I can hear you fighting back the tears in your voice…18, 19, 20.
I pause to examine the state of your rear, gently running my hand over your bottom…feeling the welts rise. I place my hand at the small of your back, lean in close to your ear and tell you that it’s almost over. Only 5 more, but you know me, you know that I put a little extra effort into giving the last five. The first 20 were easy compared to the last 5. Unlike the first 20, where I waited for the count to be said, the last five come fast, and if you mis the count, I continue until the count is said…meaning the last five could be 20 if you aren’t on top of the count.
21…
22, you miss the count before another lands
22…
23, you miss again
23, again you miss
23…
24, miss
24, miss
24, miss
24, you can’t seem to catch your count, the pain is searing through your bottom, making your mind miss the count…tears form in the corner of your eyes…
24…
25.
You made it. I have you stand and face the corner as I clean up and put the paddle away.
I take my time pulling the tape from the floor, putting the chairs back in place, wiping down the paddle. I want to give you time to reflect as well as let the heat from your bottom fill your mind.
Once I have put things in order, I take you out of the corner, hold you tightly against me and kiss your tears away.
I lead you to the bedroom, where I softly remove you’re remaining clothing and gently lay you on the bed. You watch me as I remove my clothing and neatly set it on the bedroom chair before I softly climb on top of you.
My cock positioned at the entrance to your pussy, teasing it with my tip as I kiss you deeply. In a slow and steady motion, I press all of me into you, filling you completely.
With slow and purposeful stokes, I fill every part of you, gradually increasing my tempo, and never letting go of our kiss.
I can feel you tense as an orgasm washes over you, your pussy clenching onto my cock, sending me over the edge…my cum coating the walls of your pussy, escaping around my cock and falling silently onto the sheets…
And as we come down from our bliss, I kiss you and tell you that all is forgotten… I roll you onto your side as I keep my cock in you, and we fall asleep, my cock and cum still in you.
