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Dreading It
 (a punishment story by Annie Alt)  

We are at a cocktail party celebrating the Christmas season with family and dear friends. You notice that I?ve had 3 drinks in the last hour and I?m starting to get tipsy.  

You pull me aside, ?Kitten, don?t you think you?ve had enough to drink??  

I pout, ?I?m just having fun. Loosen up.?  

The expression on your face changes from mild amusement to displeasure.  

"Watch you mouth Little Girl. It could get you in a lot of trouble.?  

I know better than to challenge you. I put my drink down.  

?No more for tonight,? I say.  

You smile again, ?Good girl.?  

You discretely pat my bottom as you move away to talk to friends.  

I sulk for a few minutes, but when I?m sure you are out of eyesight I pick up my drink and head to the ladies room to finish it in peace.  

I?m so busy watching for you, that I accidentally enter the men?s room. Imagine my surprise when I see you in there washing your hands.  
You look at me and laugh.  

?Kitten, watch where you?re going.? 
 
Then you see my drink.  

Your voice is hard, ?I think we need to go home.?  

Because I?m tipsy, I do the unthinkable?in rebellion I spit my drink right into your face.  
We are both stunned by my actions.  
You give me that look...the one that sends shivers down my spine...I start to apologize but you grab me by my hair and tell me to shut up.  

I follow you to the car. We drive home in silence.  

?Go to our room and wait for me,? you demand.  

 ?Please, if you will just listen?I can explain,? I plead.  

 ?Kitten, shut up and do as I say!?  

With a small gasp of alarm, I turn and run up the stairs.  

 Twenty minutes later you enter the room with a small wooden paddle in your hand.  

My stomach sinks when I see the paddle. Unfortunately I?ve felt it before and I know it burns terribly.  

 Your voice is low and calm.  
?Take off all your clothes and come to me.?  

Once I am nude you roughly push me over your lap. My long  hair brushes against the floor.  
You place your hand on the small of my back and adjust me until you have me in the position you deem appropriate for punishment.  
You rest your hand on my bare ass.  

 ?You know why you?re being punished, don?t you?"

 ?Yes Sir.? I whisper.  

 ?Do we need to discuss it?? you ask.  

 ?No Sir.? I sob. 
 
This is the worst part--lying exposed across your lap waiting for the spanking. Dreading the inevitable moment when you will raise the paddle and bring it down across my bottom.  

You gaze down at my bare ass, watching me squirm and fidget as I wait nervously for the paddle to fall.

?Spread you legs...you know I like looking at your pussy
 while I'm punishing you."  

 I obey.  

 "Ahh...that's my little slut. Perfect."  

 I burn with shame and humiliation.  

You put your hands on the inside of my thighs, close to my sex. I whimper and squirm.  
A look of lust briefly crosses your face. You banish the sexual thoughts from your mind.  
You place one of your legs over mine to keep me from kicking. You put your left hand on my lower back and press firmly.  
I moan as I wait for the initial blow.  
You lift the paddle high in the air. I close my eyes and hold my breath.  
The paddle falls solidly across my bottom. I gasp and cry out.  
You ignore my sobbing and lift the paddle again, and set a pattern of strokes. One swat after another. Each landing soundly across the cheeks of my buttocks.  
I begin to squirm and plead for leniency between sobs.  
You ignore my cries and hold me tighter.  
The paddle continues to fall with great force across my ass. One time after another.  You make sure to cover my entire bottom and soon the fullness of both cheeks is a bright red color.  

Finally you drop the paddle and gently rub my stinging hot bottom. You allow me to sob for a few more minutes. Eventually I calm down and you gingerly help me get in a sitting position on your lap. I bury my face in your neck and you gently run your fingers through my hair.  

You whisper, ?It?s alright now. It?s over.?  

You plant a few tender kissed on my forehead and then my lips. I open my mouth and press my body into yours. I want to make love.  
You recognize my wanton behavior?and gently push me away. 
 
 "Kitten...tonight is about punishment not sex. You 
 don't deserve to sleep with me. You will sleep on the floor at
 the foot of the bed."

 As bad as the spanking was...this is much worse. As a
 submissive...I adore you and long to spend time in your company.

 As I fall asleep?the tears dry on my face and I look forward to

 getting back in your good graces.