Anticipation
Waiting is the hardest part.
I’m pacing back and forth...waiting for the phone to ring...for her to tell me that it is time to get ready. The minutes linger, and so does the knot in my stomach...hoping the phone will ring but also dreading that moment.
Finally it rings.
Miss Monica tells me she is in the parking lot of my hotel. She reminds me of what a NAUGHTY boy I am, and tells me to get ready. I hang up, crack the door so that she can come right in, and then go stand in the corner. The time clicks by slower than ever as I wait.
I hear the door open. Someone comes in and the lock clicks. Surely it’s her, but there’s a small possibility it could be someone else. Over my shoulder I hear rustling sounds, and I peek to see Miss Monica removing the instruments from her bag which will soon be put to use. On me!
Miss Monica walks over and gives me a firm swat on my bottom.
“Nose in the corner,” she says, and I turn to face the wall. Then she takes me by the ear and walks me over to the sofa where I have to stand in front of her.
“Tell me why I’m here,” she says.
I gulp. “Miss Monica I have been a very NAUGHTY boy and I deserve a spanking on my bare bottom. Would you please strip me and give me a hard spanking on my bare bottom.”
“Yes, I will. You’re going to get a spanking you will never forget.”
Miss Monica unbuttons my shirt and takes it off. She then sits on the sofa and pulls me to her right side. I feel her fingers undoing my belt. The anticipation of being exposed in front of her is exciting and humiliating at the same time. Her fingers unbutton my slacks and slowly lower the zipper. My slacks fall to the floor and I step out of them.
Now I am standing in front of Miss Monica with only my underwear.
“What happens to naughty boys?” Miss Monica asks.
“They get their underpants pulled down for a good spanking,” I answer.
Miss Monica inserts her fingers into the waistband of my boxers. She pulls at the elastic, and then down they come. I am standing in front of her totally exposed.
Monica taps her lap and takes my hand and pulls me forward. She adjusts so that my bottom is positioned just so. Her hand rubs and squeezes my cheeks.
Then I feel the first swat, not too hard, just a warm up. The swats land all over my bottom becoming harder and harder each time.
“You are a NAUGHTY boy. This is exactly what you deserve.” The heat builds up as she spanks.
Miss Monica keeps me over her lap for a long time, spanking me with her hand, hairbrush, and small Lexan paddle. The swats become harder and harder until I am squirming a little.
“You think this sting?” she asks. “We are just getting started.” She continues to paint my bottom bright red.
Eventually, Miss Monica has me get up and stand in front of her.
“Why do I have to punish you?”
“Because I procrastinate and I drink too much,” I admit. “Please punish me for my indiscretions. I deserve to get 20 swats with both the Lexan and big wood paddle. Would you please paddle me?”
“Of course I will.”
Miss Monica bends me over the sofa with my legs apart. I have to count each swat and tell her I am sorry.
And boy, Miss Monica can swing a paddle. The first ten are with the big Lexan, number five and number ten real bottom burners. The next ten are with the big wood paddle. The Lexan paddle stings like the dickens, but the wood paddle really has a deep burn. The third set is with the Lexan again. I’m really hurting, but I still have ten more with that NASTY big wood paddle. The final ten are all hard with the fifth and tenth swat especially meaningful.
After 40 swats, it’s over.
“Stay just like that,” she says, and I hear the click of the camera documenting my punishment for all to see.