My Spanking Memories

An unexpected end

- You're really in for it. You'll see when we get home.

He pronounced the sentence without looking at me, staring at the road in front of us, and I felt a whip of excitement in my stomach. I was holding his right hand in my lap, and he was caressing my knee in an automatic absent way, making circles with his thumb. I could feel the gears in his head pondering about what my punishment was going to be, following the rhythm of his finger.

I stayed silent by his side, waiting for him to say something else, but he was really mad with me and was not going to give me the pleasure of knowing what his imagination was scheming. When he was bothered by something I did he used to become hermetic, almost in a stubborn way. His eyes were cold and I felt there was an invisible wall surrounding him, one impossible to penetrate. Any question in that moment about what was waiting for me was out of place and would only make the situation worst.

I had spent all the afternoon teasing him, disagreeing with him in front of his friends, expressing my opinions in a sassy way and cursing endlessly. Luis was very intolerant with ignorance, and even more with obscenity. What was a simple surprise gesture with the first infractions transformed, through the course of the evening, in stern warning looks, filled with meaning, and finally in a storm off that made me quickly say goodbye to the rest of the guests as I was being drag out by my arm.

We still had twenty minutes to get home. I turned on the radio to fill in the silence, but he switched it off from the steering wheel.

- Do not put any music on. I want you to think about what you did today.

And again, that warm sensation between my legs. I couldn't avoid it, the anticipation was too much for me. I was tasting what was about to come, long before it happened, and I could almost say it was the best moment, if it wasn't for how much I loved what came after.

He stopped the car before coming into the garage and turned to face me.

- I want you to go upstairs and wait for me in the bedroom. You know what you have to do.

He leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek before letting my hand go.

I got out of the car and went into the house. I climbed the stairs to our room and took off my clothes, which I left neatly folded on a chair, as I didn't want to risk it more with Luis. I put on some simple white panties and my punishment pajamas, consisting on a light-blue cotton top and matching shorts. Then I put myself on the corner, facing the wall, with my hands folded behind my back.

I stayed like that for at least 15 minutes, that seemed like hours for me, paying attention to any sound that may come from the ground floor. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I let the air out when I heard the sound of the keys on the lock. I still had to wait a long time I supposed: the worse my offense was, the longer he made me be on the corner.

Finally, I heard the crunch of the steps under Luis bare feet. He always used to take out his shoes inside the house. I had my eyes closed when I felt him passing by my side to go directly to sit on the bed.

- Laura, come here.

At least he pronounced the words I have been looking to hear the whole day. I turned over and walked to his side. He tapped his thighs and I rolled my eyes, but obediently laid over his knees facing down, my hips elevated, my feet perfectly together on the floor and my hands on the quilt.

- You know that what you did today its not ok. At all.

I barely nodded my head.

- Please answer me, Laura.

- I don't think it was such a big deal - I said with an attitude.

The consequences of that did not wait. A hard smack shook my thigh with a wave of pain.