When I got off of the train my hands were sweating and I was panicked about the fact that I was late. Would I get more swats for being late? Matt (that was my spanker's name) had said in his email that he wouldn't hesitate to use a hairbrush or paddle on my behind and my stomach lurched as I re-read those words in my head.
I looked at the clock on the station platform 2:30pm. Thirty extra whacks with the paddle perhaps? I had sent him a text to let him know exactly how late I was running, I received one in return that simply said "Late? Oh boy.....OK."
I exited the station and he was waiting in his car. He got out and opened the back door for me to get in, which I thought was a little strange. He said hello with a straight face, no smile, nothing. He was a tall, rather good looking man, in pretty good shape. I knew he was a few years older than me, but not sure by exactly how much. In his mid-thirties perhaps.
We had met for coffee the week before and I was surprised to meet a kind smiling man. Much different from his demeanor today. Someone who loved life and was actually quite sweet. Certainly not the dominant, rather scary person I had expected (now I was seeing that side a little more). But we had a mutual interest, spanking. I had seen an ad on a spanking website that he was looking for girls to spank, no sex involved and this was something I had craved for more years than I had even realized. But now that the time had come I was doubting my desires.
Matt held his watch over his shoulder as he drove along.
"What time does this say?" he asked rather sternly.
"I know," was all I could barely manage to mumble as I looked down at my hands and my face flushed in anticipation and dread. Now I knew why I was sitting in the back. I felt like a naughty girl who had been picked up by Daddy and was in trouble for staying out past curfew.
"You're 30 minutes late."
I couldn't respond, I merely gulped down what felt like a sob.
Time seemed to stand still as we pulled up outside of his apartment. He opened the door in silence and we walked inside. It was a beautiful place, the hallway opened up to the living room with a huge bay window, a fireplace and big brown leather couches. Very masculine. The sort of decor you would expect of a successful business man living in the city.
Matt had been holding a Starbucks coffee in his hand, but as he led me through to the kitchen, he set it down on the counter. Those dark brown eyes bored into me, I glanced at him and then away.
"Well, since you're late, we don't really have time for polite chit chat young lady."
Young lady? My stomach lurched. I took off my coat and hung it quietly on the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
"I usually give spankings in my bedroom down the hall," he gestured. Oh God. what was I thinking? Coming to house of some man I met on the internet? I must be crazy.
He led me towards the bedroom looking at me with a serious expression, "Ready young lady?" he asked.
"Yes," I responded, although again it was barely audible. He smacked my bottom hard as I walked by him into the bedroom. Then he took my arm and dragged me to the bed where he sat down, unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my panties around my knees (I couldn't believe he was baring my behind already!), he dragged me across his knee and immediately starting pounding my bare behind with his strong firm hand. I was shocked! When we had talked, he mentioned how he liked to start slowly with a warm up, but he just laid right into my poor bottom and I started wailing and crying almost immediately and kicking my legs "Aw, it hurts," I cried out putting my hand over my butt. "You better move that hand young lady, or you'll get the strap and the school paddle and I will smack your bottom until it's black and blue. I'm not joking"
"Nooo, please no, it hurts!" I begged choking back my sobs.
"It's supposed to hurt. It's a spanking! I wouldn't be doing my job properly if it didn't hurt would I?" All the while he spanked one cheek then the next while I kicked and cried. "Look over at the door where the belt is hanging," he said. "You're going to get that next. Then you're going to bend over the desk for ten licks with the school paddle."
"Nooo, I don't want to." I begged, choking back my sobs and wailing like a little girl. I was surprised at my childish reactions, but I couldn't help it. My ass was stinging! I had my face down on his bed and couldn't even bring myself to look at the belt hanging on the door. His hand was thoroughly stinging my poor red bottom and having never had the belt before, I could not imagine how much more it would sting.
He stood me up, then made me lay across the bed while he went to fetch the belt that hung on the back of the door. He snapped it in his hands while he walked towards me, "I think I'll give my hand a little rest and see if this sinks in," he said, snapping the belt loudly again. I cried more. He chastised me for crying so hard and not taking my spanking like a good girl, "listen to all your fussing," he said. "Maybe you should have thought of the consequences before you were late." With that I heard the whoosh of the belt and the sharp sting hit my behind. "Ouuch, I'm sorry." I said.
"Oh I know, (smack) but I think you need a bit more before we're done. You've been rude (smack) disrespectful (smack) and selfish and this is the only way it'll get through to you that your behavior is not acceptable."
By now I was letting out loud heaving sobs and trying again to cover my poor defenseless behind. "Move your hand, Sarah." I can't believe I did this, but I actually said no! "Young lady, you better move your hand right now, or it'll get smacked with the belt." I moved it and held on tight to the pillow in front of me. At one point he told me I had only had five licks of the belt. To me it felt like one hundred! Then soon, he put the belt down and I was back over his knee again, saying ouch with every smack of his hand. "I know; ouch," he said. "I'm sorry I have to do this, but that's what a spanking is supposed to feel like (smack smack smack). Do you think I want to take time out of my day to spank a naughty girl? Huh? (smack) You don't think I've got better things to do that to bare your bottom (smack) across my knee for a spanking? (smack). This (smack) is what naughty girls get (smack). They get their bare bottoms (smack) spanked over the knee (smack), hard (smack) that is the only way to get through to them (smack)" At one point I was kicking my legs so much, he told me to stop and when I didn't he restrained my legs with his right leg as I lay across his left knee with my now very red bottom bared and no defense! I was squirming and crying, but to no avail! He held me firmly around the waist with his left hand while his right hand continued to rain down slap and slap after stinging slap, all the while he continued to lecture me and I cried out loud the way I did when I was spanked as a child.
He finished the spanking by making me bend over an old school desk and get three hard spanks with a big high school paddle. I let out a cry and tried to get up each time after each spank, but each time he was about to deliver another blow he put his hand on my back and guided me back over the desk, telling me to bend over. He also warned me that that desk would be staying exactly where it was so that it was ready for the next time I needed discipline. I continued to cry!
The spanking finished abruptly as he pulled up my panties and jeans and made me sit on the bed, "You can just sit in here and let that sink in young lady" he said and left me to wipe the tears from my eyes and collect myself. I could hear him doing chores in the kitchen as I sat experiencing the incredible fire in my bottom and sniffling and wiping my eyes. Then after a little while he bought me a cold drink and his face softened. "I'm sorry I had to do that," he said.
"I know,"I sniffed.
When he dropped me back at the train station he gave me a hug and a smile, I smiled too. I slept on my stomach that night. My butt was black and blue, but I felt comforted by little sting every time I sat down, knowing that I was a well punished girl. And, I was actually early to class the next day. Spankings really do pay!
