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“Answer “yes sir,” to my instructions,” he corrected me gently, though his stern control was evident.
“Yes sir,” I answered immediately.
Keith led me upstairs to the room he’d reserved: a cold sterile hotel room that I remember only for its unremarkable appearance. To its credit however, it did have an armless straight back chair that became the focal point of the night, along with my bottom.
Keith, being the no nonsense kind of man he is, pulled the chair out and sat down, motioning me to stand in front of him. I thought we were going rather fast, but then I hadn’t been spanked like this before.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” he scolded me. Shades of childhood reprimands rang in my ears, and I quaked in fear, like I might have when I was a kid.“Yes sir,” I replied meekly.
“And you deserve a thorough paddling.”
“Yes sir.” I lowered my eyes, allowing myself to get into the mood of the night, feeling as I had when I’d been submissive to a man before.
It struck me for an instant, that this should be Will not Keith sitting in that chair. I should have made my apologies right then and left; but I was too excited to go so far and suddenly stop. I couldn’t. For all the screaming in my head, I couldn’t stop.
“I’m afraid this will have to be a bare bottomed paddling, as naughty as you’ve been.”
“Yes sir,” I agreed to his request. I suppose I wouldn’t want it otherwise.
“I want to be sure you learn your lesson,” he advised me.
“Yes sir.”
The fact that my misdeeds were not clear to me, that this was in a sense a very “bogus” event didn’t seem to bother either one of us. Keith and I had an understanding, and were following through with this scene in order to meet our complimentary needs: his to punish; mine to be punished. It didn’t need to be anything more than that.
When he mentioned bare bottomed I did hope he’d pull me over his lap before my skirt went up; and I was very relieved when he did. Once resting on his strong thighs, his left arm went around my waist to secure me tightly. With his right hand, Keith reached down and drew my skirt up over my thighs, pushing the wool garment to my waist. I’d worn a garter belt and stockings to make Keith’s job easier. For him to have my bottom bare, all he had to do was pull down my black cotton briefs.
I trembled all the way to my toes when he lifted the waist band and drew them back. This was ‘naughty’ all by itself, draping myself over a stranger’s legs and allowing him free reign to punish me like a child. Yet, once the first smack struck, I wasn’t thinking anymore, sexually, submissively or otherwise.
Keith wasn’t kidding; he had a very commanding way of laying on his hand. He literally pelted me with one sharp smack after another and my bottom was instantly hot. I suppose I suspected something easier, since I was a first time ‘spankee,’ but Keith saw otherwise.
One after another I took the smacks, finding myself naturally wiggling in an effort to get away from the burning sting. After several minutes, he stopped.
It seemed a little abrupt until I realized that he wasn’t finished.
“Now for the real thing,” he announced.
I had a feeling this would happen when I saw the hairbrush on the table. As much as he spanked my bottom with his hand, I didn’t think that I’d escape a few rounds with the brush.
At first Keith ran the smooth wood over my hot bottom, the thing feeling rather cool in comparison to my well heated ass cheeks. It actually felt welcome for an instant, until abruptly he let the thing fly, and it was coming down hard and fast on my posterior, just the way he’d used his hand.
“Stop! Please stop!” I insisted. I’d had enough.
But my disciplinarian was not at all dissuaded by my pleas. That nasty brush just continued the treatment, each smack seeming harder than the last.
After one harrowing round of smacks, at least a half dozen, I think, Keith paused for me to catch my breath, and then he resumed; very likely because I was foolish enough to wiggle on his lap as if I wanted even more.
“Please stop now!” I wailed loudly.
I would have thought he would comply with my wishes, but Keith seemed to think I could take much more, because he refused to stop. One punishing smack after another and I was ready to quit this stupid game and never ever try it again.
Yet when Keith finally slowed down, I found myself again feeling aroused, my body beginning to churn erotically, my whole mind consumed again by the passions that so often haunt me. Desire leaped up at me and roared. I think I might have let Keith take me sexually on the spot, except that we’d agreed to keep this strictly disciplinary.
When he set me on my feet again, my skirt instantly dropped around my legs, covering my backside, though my panties were still on the floor at my feet. I found myself snuffing. I’d been crying and there were tears to wipe away.
“Hand me your panties,” Keith ordered.
“My panties?”
