Oh, yes, I'm going to spank you and I'm going to enjoy spanking you.
I may be annoyed for a moment but it won't be an 'angry' spanking.
In fact, anticipating it actually has a calming effect on me
SO lovely to think of how composed and relaxed I'll be while I'm preparing to spank you.
While you will be not-so-calm. Anxious, in fact, lips pressed together, fidgeting.
I'll enjoy the look on your face as I tell you to pull your pants down
As I smack the hairbrush into my palm
And you try to think of anything to change my mind.
Your embarrassment at being exposed in front of me, waiting, desperate to be allowed to bend over my lap as my eyes continue to inspect you.
Then your bottom, pale and high. It's been too long. Your actions have proven that.
A tangle of legs reminding you that you won't be getting away
And then your arm, pressed to your back, since that time you tried to block me.
I like the sound of my hand as it smacks your bare bottom. I like the sting. I try to see how much I can make my hand sting
While you wait for the hairbrush. Knowing. Or, almost knowing.
And then, it hurting. I like your surprise, your shock. Every time.
Just couldn't remember how bad it is, could you?
I like to watch your bare bottom turn from pink to red.
I like the spots where you hate to be spanked.
I like finding them. I like creating them. I like focusing on them.
I like watching you go from acceptance, to pain, to panic and beyond.
I like when you struggle against my legs as they pin yours.
I like when your apologies turn to promises, then your pleading to begging to hopelessness.
"Shush," I'll tell you. I'll like that.
I like trying to catch that first tear. I like that you'll try to hide it. I'll like it when you can't.
I like it when you beg me to stop and I start to spank you just a little harder.
And when the tears seem to burst from your eyes and you stop making sense.
I like how your legs try to kick and your one free hand stops holding my leg, or that of my chair, makes a fist to pound the floor.
I like stopping and holding you as you continue to jump and squirm as if I've continued
and then waiting until I know I can move you to the corner
still holding your wrists behind your back until I can set them atop your head.
I like returning to my seat, still calm and relaxed, to watch you shift from foot to foot, wanting desperately to rub those gorgeous, glorious, glowing glutes.
I love deciding if I'm done as you continue to cry at the possibility that I'm not
and I like choosing what I'll use next.
I like the way you jump when at last I speak your name
and watching your trek as I summon you back to me.
When I'm finished at last,
I like your kneeling and your nakedness and, once again, your embarrassment
I'll like drawing your rote replies into long, drawn out, detailed apologies.
I like opening my legs and your desperation to please me.
I like, at first, to imagine that you fail
and I like when you don't.
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