Reading Time: 4minutes Walking around your kneeling form...savoring the sight of your short white skirt, your breasts rising and falling quickly ... unevenly. The sheen of sweat making your white T-shirt cling....caress... showing the muscles in your back as your head hangs helplessly. I go to stand and look out the window.
Walking around your kneeling form…savoring the sight of your short white skirt, your breasts rising and falling quickly … unevenly. The sheen of sweat making your white T-shirt cling….caress… showing the muscles in your back as your head hangs helplessly. I go to stand and look out the window. Letting your breath and your heartbeat form cadence in my subconscious…. I look at the play of light on the water, giving you time to recover, regroup… rest… then worry.
Little shifting movements…. The adjustments she makes when she’s been on her knees for a while, brings a cruel smile to my face. Moving to place a foot in front of you and one behind, I loom large in your personal space. Amusement lights my eyes as I watch her try not to flinch and lean away. Throwing down another challenge, I tell you, “Strip.”
She tries to figure out how to rise gracefully… and I wait… Patiently, smiling. One can almost hear a phantom clock ticking the moments away… the hourglass of my patience quickly draining… opening my hand…. Reaching for your hair… as you rise unsteadily to your feet… straight up.
Rising just as you had been taught… one fluid motion. Trying not to sway on legs that are tingling. One single centimeter of space between our bodies, I’m as close to you as any teacher has ever been… miles away as a gentle lover. Reaching down and untucking the T-shirt… tugging and unpeeling it from your wet skin. The zipper on your skirt hangs a little. I see her cringe internally, remembering she was supposed to fix that yesterday. The rest of your striptease is jerky… almost clumsy. Her sports bra and panties join the pile on the floor. You stand straight and draw air deep into your lungs. Mentally preparing yourself.
Walking to your other side… I bend you at the waist and tuck you under my left arm. Place my hand on your mond and lift you up to your toes. “Ooooooooooh,” you gasp. Lifting you a bit higher… I begin to spank you. Letting the silence speak louder than any lecture… Smack after smack…turning your bottom red. “Umm…umm…. oh…oh…Ahhh…” small noises…. Letting me know…I begin to smack the curve…lifting your ass with every blow… “OOOOwwwweeee…….p…..p…..pl….aaarughhhmmm.” Swallowing your cries terrified that someone might hear. The heat intensely rising and your ass dancing as I continue. When your bottom is cherry red and my hand drenched I stop and let you go. You sink to your knees and face me, taking the hand that punished you and kissing it gratefully and catching the other. You apologize as you clean my hand of your wetness. . “Mistress, i….i… Mistress I’m sorry..about…a….um..i’m sorry…” Your tongue does not stop…though it’s motions are now mechanical….your mind searching frantically. I wrap my fingers around your jaw and lift. Drag you over to the weight bench…. prop my foot on it and drag you across my knee. My hand draws back over my shoulder and descends rapidly..
Tears fall at every blow to your tender flesh. Your bottom has taken on a life of it’s own, as if the relaxing and contracting… the shifting and squirming…the writhing… would appease me and make me cease. Suddenly you hang limp, accepting. Your chest heaving, sobs washing through like waves. I lay my burning hand on your ass… stroking your hair off your neck as you hang.
“You know, little one, if you would do things as I tell you to do them instead of waiting for later, you would not find your naughty bottom in this position as often as you do. And you will learn not to procrastinate… even if we end up doing this every day.”
“Mistress,” you take a deep breath “Mistress, you’re right and I’m so…so… s… s..sorry. Please forgive me.” I pick her up in my arms and sit on the bench, cuddling her…stroking her hair. Her arms creep up to grasp my neck. She’s childishly sobbing into my shoulder. I run my hands through her hair and close my hand at the back of her neck. Lifting her face up for a kiss… running my tongue over your lips tasting salt.
“Thank you Ma’am…oh..oh…thank you…” she smiles softly… wetly. “thank you for punishing me… for making me a better person… I’ll try harder, I promise. I kiss you once more… deeply and set you one your feet. “Now Elaina, you are to do your curls… your drops… and the pull downs.” Looking at you sternly. “I know you hate the Lat. pull downs and you’re going to do an extra set just for me. I expect you to get them done efficiently… no dawdling. You will be showered, shaved, primped and perfumed by 5:00. This will give me adequate time to get you turned out for the dinner we have tonight at the President’s house. And I have a few surprises that should make this dinner unforgettable.” Amused by her shocked and fearful expression, I pick up my bag and head for our room. Humming and anticipating the evening we are going to have… And hoping the bathrooms at the President’s house aren’t too cramped.
To be continued…
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