Dreading It

(a punishment story by Snow)

We are at a cocktail party celebrating the Christmas
season with family and 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 see my drink and your voice becomes 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...the one that tells me I'm in serious trouble. I start to apologize but you grab me by the hair and tell me to shut up.

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

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

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

I sit on the end of our bed, thinking about my impending punishment.

You've always believed that a man should be in control of a woman's behavior. And you've never hesitated to exercise that control with the form of punishment I find so embarrassing and painful.

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. 

Why am I in this position again? Bent over your knees, face-down, submissively awaiting a little girl's punishment.

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.” I whisper.

“Do we need to discuss it?” you ask.

“No Sir.” I sob.

This is the worst part--lying exposed across your lap in this shameful position 
waiting for the spanking. My pussy and anus bared to your view. I'm dreading the inevitable moment
when you will raise the paddle and bring it down across my bottom.

You gaze down at me.

“Spread you legs," you order.

I obey and open my legs.

"Ahh...that's my little slut. Perfect. Keep your legs spread while I'm spanking you. You know I love looking at your sweet little pussy."

I burn with humiliation.

You put your hands on the inside of my thighs, close to
my sex. I whimper and squirm.

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 are a
bright red color.

Finially 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 forhead 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.

"No sex tonight kitten."

You tuck me into bed and snuggle in beside me. I fall into
a deep and peaceful sleep as the tears dry on my face.