I've come to be spanked, Sir

“I’ve come to be spanked, Sir.”

Arguably the most exciting and arousing words that any one of us can ever expect to hear, and if of course we are female then we are familiar with hearing some equivalent.

Clearly in this situation the build up started maybe an hour, maybe a whole day before, when the wanton little miscreant in question misbehaved in one of her many delicious ways that she does and retribution was agreed and an appointment made. And here she is, all ready for a long stinging session across your knee, her punishment being something which she entirely accepts is her due and maybe is even eager for it.

And of course as she has come to your room penitent and knowing that the entire reason for her being here is to be spanked, then she will be dressed appropriately, whatever that might mean for the two of you. Possibly a little vest that makes her look extra vulnerable, its short hem wholly failing to hide and in fact drawing attention to her pert little bottom peeping out defencelessly from underneath.

Or maybe something quite different, she could be quite naked save for stockings and high heels to emphasise her pouting sexuality, very likely the very thing for which she is now about to be spanked. (We all know that girls have to be spanked regularly for being too outrageously provocative, even if following their punishment, we cannot stop ourselves from wallowing in that very thing.

Maybe she might be wearing her shortest skirt, with or without skimpy panties underneath,

or if we are in the mood, we may have insisted that she be attired as a naughty schoolgirl using the unanswerable logic that as she is going to be spanked like one, she might as well dress as one to emphasise that as yet she has wholly failed to grow up properly.

“I’m really sorry, Sir.” She goes on, but her eyes are limpid with something other than sorrow and as you ease her across your knee you know that she is in need of learning that valuable lesson that there is a bridge of sighs to be crossed before true satisfaction is reached.

“Are you ready to be spanked?” You ask having got her into the exact position you want her in, her sweet bottom naked and vulnerable under your hungry eyes and her hands pinned together in the small of her back. “I think so, Sir.” She tells you, but you are in no hurry, stroking her peachy cheeks and taking pleasure in her little gasps as your finger stray over her moist crevice.

You remind her that you will have to spank her quite hard this time as she seems so slow in learning the patient lessons you are trying to get across, and as always she acquiesces, and though when you are scorching her flesh she wriggles and squirms she never tries to escape as she knows that all this is for her own good.

And then, when it is all over, her appreciation that you have made all this effort on her behalf is justification on its own for all your time and patience with her.

Such a shame that in a few days the careless girl will have quite forgotten and the whole thing will have to happen all over again!