She nervously fumbled through her closet trying to find the right outfit, finally coming to the conclusion that there is just not a good way to dress for a spanking. With that in mind she slipped on a pair of plain white cotton panties, a faded pair of jeans, and strap shouldered top. She found herself fidgeting with the snap and zipper on the jeans, the anxiety of what she knew was about to happen causing her fingers to tremble. She had agreed to this and as much as she wanted to back out she would not.
Composing herself she took a final look in the mirror and headed out the door for the short drive to his home. It was a beautiful Spring day as she drove to his house and all to soon she found herself at his driveway. She rang the buzzer and was greeted by his calm voice that simply said “you are expected” and then the door opened. She wanted to run back to her car and drive away but with hesitation she stepped inside.
“It has been sometime since we had one of these visits and I intend to make this one you will not soon forget”. He took her dainty hand in his and led her down a hallway into his study. It was a very stately room, finished in teak wood with the faint smell of old books that filled the shelves. Her eyes were immediately drawn to a leather ottoman and more specifically the small wooden paddle that was placed directly in the center of it. He had a seat in the center of the ottoman taking the paddle in his hand and began to tap it on his thigh. ” You know our agreement young lady and you know exactly why you are here so we will not waste time discussing the situation as there will be no excuses accepted.
Undress yourself, fold your clothes neatly and place them on the corner of the desk.” She trembled at the humiliation of what was about to happen and was transfixed by the firm tone of his voice. Again she fumbled with the snap of her jeans and slipped them down over her hips stepping out of them and placing them on the desk, followed by her top. She had not bothered with a bra so now she stood before him in only her panties. But of course that last bit of dignity provided by the small bit of cotton cloth had to come off too. She slipped then down and now stood fully nude before him. She felt so vulnerable and exposed, placing her hands over the small landing strip of pubic hair that she maintained in a futile attempt at modesty.
He took her by the wrist and she found herself being pulled over his lap, a position she had assumed so many times before but each time was just as frightening as the first time. Her bottom was now perched lewdly over his knee, unblemished alabaster twin globes framed by amber tan lines. She felt him place the paddle across her bottom and then held her breath as she felt it withdraw knowing it was about to descend on her bottom full force. The impact was announced with a sharp whack and the breath that she had held rushed out of her along with a squeal.
Over and over the paddle found its mark, alternating from check to check leaving angry red marks in its wake. She struggled but he had her firmly in his grasp and there was no escape from the assault of that dreaded paddle. She whimpered and pleaded but to no avail, he was determined to spank her soundly and no amount of promising to be good would be accepted.
Smack, Smack, Smack, the paddle found its mark right on her sit spots. The sting was almost unbearable and tears flowed freely down her checks dropping onto the floor below her. She grasp the leg of the ottoman with all her might as he continued raining down swat after swat on her bottom. The once pale alabaster skin now had taken on a deep red with little purple splotches at her sit spots. Circular bullseye marks now appeared on each cheek but still he continued to blister her bottom. She struggled and squirmed to no avail but eventually her body became limp, all resistance spanked out of her.
Finally she heard a snap and realized that the paddle had broken, half of it landing on the floor beside her. The spanking was over but she laid limp across his lap. She felt his hand caress each glowing cheek, feeling the warmth and no doubt admiring the sight before him. She felt him grasp her shoulder and begin to lift her up off his lap and back onto her feet. Her knees were wobbly and she rushed both hands back to grab those well paddled cheeks. The tears continued to flow and her bottom felt hot and hard to the touch were the paddle had done its work.
Although she had been so concerned with her modesty and nudity before the spanking at this point it never even entered her mind as she furiously rubbed her bottom in a futile attempt to rub the sting out. Slowly she slipped her panties back on. They felt tighter as she pulled them up over her now swollen bottom and her jeans produced the same sensation as she stepped into them and pulled them up, again fumbling with the button and zipper. The strapless top followed and covered her pert breasts as she pulled it down over her belly button. Slowly she made her way back to the door with promises to be good all along the way. As she drove home she felt that familiar tingling sensation between her legs. She was moist and every nerve awakened. She hated being spanked but for reasons that she did not totally understand it always aroused her. As she drove home she knew that she would have to satisfy that yearning that tingled between her legs even as her bottom was still burning.