When You Take Me Over Your Knees...

I know what is to come. Your breath soft on my face as you lovingly explain that I have broken the rules and now is the time for my punishment. You have me dressed in your favorite skirt and white panties. Smiling softly, you take my hand and adjust my body in the position that you like.

Raising my skirt, you gently rub the white pantied skin of my ***. I relax my body and mind - giving of myself to you. Swat, swat!! Two smacks - one for each cheek. Again four more times. Your fingers slip under the elastic of the panty and slowly draw it down to past my knees. Your fingers touch the skin that is slightly red.

You tell me that I have earned this. I agree with you very readily. Telling me not to move, you begin my punishment with great authority. Over, over and over, you spank my now reddening *** cheeks. I start to whimper and you hit harder. Before long, tears are running down my face and I beg you to please stop.

Just when I think it is not going to stop, you end. Helping me to my feet, you pull down my skirt and have me step out of it. Leaving me with my panties still on my legs, you lead me to my corner and tell me to stay.

You walk across the room and you dial the phone. What I hear makes me shudder with excitement - "hey guys, want to come over?"