If you just want to hear about Satia's spankings, proceed to the next section.
If you want to learn what it was like for Satia as she traveled to Houston, met me, stayed overnight at my apartment by herself, and prepared herself for her spanking, here is that story, told as eloquently as only Satia could tell it. Her narrative begins on this page and continues in the pages linked below.
“ All Things Are Ready, If Our Minds Be So.’”
After all the letters and all the discussions – hours and hours every week, exhorting you to believe my desire for the kind of pain that you clearly wanted to give me – I was coming out to meet you, the real you!
The night before I left, I was a nervous wreck. I did not sleep; never even laid my head on the pillow. I finished packing ten minutes after I was supposed to leave. I wrote last minute notes – one to Sarah asking:
“Love your letters but can't talk now. I'm late for my flight. What would Doc do if I missed my plane? <chuckle>"
But the note never made it out.
The travel was… well, travel. The same as it always is, tiring and long. But this trip was enhanced; shortened by my anxiety and elongated by my excitement. I tried to sleep, but could not.
And getting off the last plane was like stepping into a dream. I remember getting my bags and finding the taxi, and wanting to hide my eyes. It seemed that everyone who looked at me would surely know why I was there.
On the cab ride from the airport to the Museum where we were to meet, I chatted with the cab driver and took a couple work calls. I waited until the driver said we were within ten to fifteen minutes away before calling you. And unable to stop myself, I started off by saying:
“What would you say if I told you I’d missed my last flight and am stuck here in Memphis?”
You hardly skipped a beat, though in that beat I did hear the slight sigh before you responded. At first, your tone was showing the edges of unhappiness, but not for long. Being as thoughtful as always, you simply told me we would just adjust our schedule to the next day.
You said, “It’s okay. We’ll have plenty of time to play tomorrow.”
I don’t think it registered to you right away that I was teased you. I had to say, “No, I’m here, in Houston. I didn’t say I had missed my flight…”
I couldn’t tell if you were amused or confused. Either way, at that moment, I was smiling. I repeated this, saying I was actually only about ten minutes away, and you laughed. It was a great, full, sincere laughter, and I know I must have been beaming.
When the cab driver pulled up to the front of the Museum steps, I got out, lugging my bags awkwardly. The security guard at the door came out and asked if she could help me, seeming to wonder if I was planning on moving in. I know my nervousness and embarrassment was showing, because she quickly adopted a motherly look and stayed with me as I called you – it was she who helped direct you along the streets to the building. As you turned down the street before us, I could see you through the car window, looking across to see me wave… and in that moment, in that very moment, I knew it had begun.
Within a minute, you had pulled up to the steps of the Museum and my waiting, eager soul, and stepped out of your car.