That icy stare, those arms crossed… her body language makes it clear. You’ve disappointed her, yet again. Her disgust for you is more acute than ever. You know what’s coming next, so once again, without a word, you blush with shame as you drop your pants and assume the position for another her harsh, unyielding, merciless spankings. You’ll do your best to suppress it and “take it like a man”, but you’re not a real man, and your best is no match for her power and resolve. You’ll yelp, then cry, then be reduced to pathetic sobbing, which will continue long after she has finished with you and sends you to stand at a tree, where you’ll keep your nose against the bark and your pants at your ankles, displaying your sore, red, hot bottom, while you contemplate your failings. Eventually, she’ll call you over and have you kneel before her, and face her to explain what you’ve learned and assure her that you’ll heed her lessons and do better next time, This little discussion is quite possibly the most humiliating part, especially with her nestled in her boyfriend’s arms, both of them watching you intently, somehow at once mockingly and with dead seriousness. After this “chat”, you are excused and told to wait in the car until they’re ready to go. As you crawl away, they begin to kiss and caress each other, reminding you of how low you’ve become, and what she’s reduced you to, all because of your deep, unrequited love for her, your goddess, and you know it’s a low so low, that you’ll never recover from…
