You lay on your stomach, your bare bottom on display, made more so by the pillow strategically placed under your hips. Your head on another pillow, your arms folded below this pillow. Your ready to grip the pillow tightly as the spanking begins, knowing in a few minutes it will be soaked with tears. The pillow smells like lavender, you sprayed it on the pillow this morning as you made your bed. It's a beautiful smell, one of your favorites. Ordinarily it would bring a feeling of calm and peace, but it's not helping now. You certainly don't feel calm.
As you lay there you watch the door. You dread the moment you hear my truck pull into the driveway, but still you strain to hear. Laying there your thinking about the series of events that brought you here this time.
Just a few minutes ago you were on the phone telling me about your day, when you let it slip that you forgot to pay your rent, and it's the sixth of the month.
I had given you your rent money on the first, usually you have your rent money but you were going to be a bit short this month. You had unforeseen expenses that weren't in your budget. You asked and of course I'm always glad to help, as long as your responsible with the money you have.
I'm still down the street at the store, I'll be here in about ten minutes, and now I'm very disappointed with you.
Since you didn't pay your rent by the fifth you now owe an additional 10% late fee. I've been pushing you to be more responsible, your suppose to be an adult.
Trying not to become even more angry with you I tell you to go to your room and get ready. You instantly feel a pit in your stomach, you know what it means, a bare bottom whoopin'!
You don't want it to be any worse than it's already going to be so you go to your room and get ready. You pull your pants and panties down to your knees, place a pillow in the center of the bed, and lay across the pillow, your bottom is on display and ready for a very severe whipping. It's so embarrassing, but the feeling of embarrassment is overshadowed by the growing pit in your stomach, the waiting and the sense of doom are almost to much.
You hear my truck pull into the driveway. You begin to tremble.
Your bare butt is cool from the air duct blowing cold air down from the ceiling, but that's not why you tremble. You hear me open side door to the driveway and close it behind me. You know I'm in the kitchen now and you hope I bring an ice pack up with me, for when it's all over, but you know I didn't stop in the kitchen, you hear me beginning to climb the stairs.
You tremble again, this time much worse. You begin to feel tears well up in your eyes already. You don't want me to see you like this, you turn your head to face your closet. There's a mirror hanging on the sliding doors, at least you won't be looking in my eyes as I enter the room. You know I tend to go easier on you when I know you've already been crying, anticipating your punishment.
You want me to punish you, need me to punish you. You can't explain it, it's just something you need, deep inside of you, to be held accountable for your actions. You realize you didn't make the least effort to go pay your rent, and worse, you had five days to go pay it.
You want me to see you as the brave woman who takes her punishment like an adult, but inside you feel like a little girl who just wants her daddy to punish her, you long to be held afterwards and hear those sweet words, "it's ok, your punishment is over, all is forgiven."
You hear me turn the knob and open your door. I enter the room and you see me in the mirror, pulling my black leather belt out of its loops and folding in over. You burst into tears, still trembling but you can't stop, your anticipating that first terrible lick.
