"Are you ready?"
I looked at my lover, seated on the couch. Her anger had faded, but not her determination. I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess." I knew what was coming, and I knew why. But that didn't make me feel any better.
"Stand up," she said. "Take off your shorts and come here."
I stood slowly, biting my lip and fidgeting with my fingers, and then slid my shorts to the floor. Dragging my feet, I approached my girlfriend and allowed her to pull me over her lap.
"I'm disappointed in you," she said, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of my panties. "I didn't expect you to do something so quickly, after you'd already been punished for it." Slowly, she dragged my panties down until my bare butt was exposed. One hand rested on my ass, while with her other, she held me in position. I put my hands flat on the floor and balanced in her lap. A shiver ran through me as I stared at the hardwood planks below. This wasn't my time to talk.
"I was worried about you, Stacey," my lover said, patting my bottom gently. "I looked for you everywhere after you left the bar." She lifted her hand off my bottom, and I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye, high above her head.
SMACK!
I gasped, and tears stung my eyes.
"I know that you were drinking, and you may not have thought about what you were doing."
SMACK!
"But I don't want you to ever do that again. Do you understand me, Stacey?"
SMACK!
Her hand was like a hot iron on my ass, and she delivered several more smacks to my bottom and thighs. Before I realized it, I was kicking and howling with both pain and humiliation.
"No more." SMACK! "Running off." SMACK! "Do you." SMACK! "Understand?" SMACK! SMACK!
I howled with every fresh spanking, and I heard the disappointment in her voice. "Yes, I understand," I sobbed, my head bobbing up and down. "Yes! Yes!"
She ended with two sharp blows - one to each cheek - and I lay over her knee, crying like a baby: Crying because my bottom was on fire, and crying because I'd let my lover down.
I looked at my lover, seated on the couch. Her anger had faded, but not her determination. I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess." I knew what was coming, and I knew why. But that didn't make me feel any better.
"Stand up," she said. "Take off your shorts and come here."
I stood slowly, biting my lip and fidgeting with my fingers, and then slid my shorts to the floor. Dragging my feet, I approached my girlfriend and allowed her to pull me over her lap.
"I'm disappointed in you," she said, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of my panties. "I didn't expect you to do something so quickly, after you'd already been punished for it." Slowly, she dragged my panties down until my bare butt was exposed. One hand rested on my ass, while with her other, she held me in position. I put my hands flat on the floor and balanced in her lap. A shiver ran through me as I stared at the hardwood planks below. This wasn't my time to talk.
"I was worried about you, Stacey," my lover said, patting my bottom gently. "I looked for you everywhere after you left the bar." She lifted her hand off my bottom, and I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye, high above her head.
SMACK!
I gasped, and tears stung my eyes.
"I know that you were drinking, and you may not have thought about what you were doing."
SMACK!
"But I don't want you to ever do that again. Do you understand me, Stacey?"
SMACK!
Her hand was like a hot iron on my ass, and she delivered several more smacks to my bottom and thighs. Before I realized it, I was kicking and howling with both pain and humiliation.
"No more." SMACK! "Running off." SMACK! "Do you." SMACK! "Understand?" SMACK! SMACK!
I howled with every fresh spanking, and I heard the disappointment in her voice. "Yes, I understand," I sobbed, my head bobbing up and down. "Yes! Yes!"
She ended with two sharp blows - one to each cheek - and I lay over her knee, crying like a baby: Crying because my bottom was on fire, and crying because I'd let my lover down.