My Spanking Memories

Procrastination pays off

The doorbell ranged four times in a row, and I felt my stomach flipping upside-down.

"Shit" I thought, "I wasn't expecting him so soon". I turned off the shower and put my clothes back on. I was hoping I could take a shower before he arrived. It would help me with that terrible headache.

It was a Saturday morning, and I rushed downstairs to open the door to my friend Joseph. Judging by that bell rhythm he was a bit impatient.

He stormed into the hall and without saying a word grabbed me by the arm and dragged me upstairs. I went blank, and didn't even make a sound. I had assumed it was going to be more calmed, I wasn't in the mood for that. Not with this hangover.

I looked up to met his eyes while trying not to trip at his fast pace. He was incredibly serious, even more than yesterday when we split apart at the bar entrance before going back home. Sometimes I couldn't believe my sweet and funny friend could turn into that.

I felt so intimidated, which didn't stop me from showing him an attitude. He was pissing me off.

- Well, hello, how are you, I'm fine, thanks, and you, come in, would you like a cup of coffee...? - I said with sarcasm.

Immediately after finishing my sentence I felt two hard smacks on my poorly protected bottom. We stopped on the middle of the living room. He looked down at me with that stern look I was starting to be familiar with. I predicted how much this was going to hurt just by his cold glance, and the first thought of regret crossed my mind. He was very tall, and standing by his side made me feel like a stupid little girl.

- Shit! Wait, let's talk first.

- Hands in your head, shut up and stand straight - he instructed me.

I took a step in direction to the usual corner but he stopped me grabbing me by the waist, and placing me where I was before.

- I didn't say move - and he smacked me a couple more of times.

- What?

- Hands on you head, now - he repeated with a calm voice.

So I just stayed there, feeling even more stupid than before. It turned out there was something I hated more than corner time. At least I could hide my face facing a wall.

He came in front of me and yanked down my pants and underwear, making my face turn red. That didn't stop me from rolling up my eyes at him tough, right before fixing them in a very interesting mark on the floor. Two hard slaps on my thighs made me jump and I almost tripped with the clothes around my ankles.

- You better drop that attitude right now, for your own sake. You're going to stay here, and think about what we talked yesterday, and why you're in this position now.

He then went to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee and sat on the table, watching my every move, or the lack of them to be more precise.

"Go ahead, like if you were at your own house" I thought sarcastically, but I didn't open my mouth. Instead, I started to be awkwardly aware of his stare and of the slick humidity I felt in between my legs. There was no way he wouldn't notice it after.

I was there for so long that at some point, against my will, I started remembering the conversation we had the night before when we went out. It was supposed to be an enjoyable night, but after a few drinks we started talking about work and I slipped out that I had to spend the weekend working on an overdue paper my boss pushed me for. I hadn't done anything for it during weeks, so my procrastination habits were paying off. We had an agreement and he was checking on me to help me with that, so he got especially mad because during the past weeks I lied to him every time he brought out the subject, saying that everything was on date. I didn't want to admit that, once more, I was allowing my laziness to go too far. It was bad enough that I felt anxious about it every time my boss reminded it to me.