My lips were dry. I waited, unsure of what was going to happen next, relishing every second in spite of my childish inhibitions. I found myself looking for your smile each time I began to panic.
You were the consummate host, and showed me each room in turn. You had even brought groceries for me – a truly gracious gesture.
When you asked me to sit with you on the couch, I was extremely aware of our positioning – you in the center of the couch and I on your right-hand side – and I wondered if I would be over your lap before the conversation ended. The thought excited me, but filled me with anxiety. I was too unsure, yet. You just spoke with me, with your comforting voice, and looked at me with those light, perceptive, deep eyes.
You asked me more questions, filled me in on neighborhood stores, and invited me to be at home in your apartment. The words were not completely lost on me, but your voice and your eyes were hypnotic. I felt safe… still scared, but safe.
All too soon, you were getting up to go. I know I breathed a sigh of relief that I would not have to face a spanking that night, and still had a pang of disappointment over losing you so very quickly.
But then you turned back, and you said, “One more thing,” and told me to bend over the chair!
A gripping shot of electricity spread from my belly out to every nerve ending in my body – pleasure, excitement, and nervousness.
I hesitated. I always, always hesitate. But you urged me on. I took off my jacket, and bent over.
The chair was a near perfect height for me, and being upended felt so very, very right at that moment! You made your encouraging, “uh-hunh” sound, and swatted me twice, once on each cheek. It wasn’t hard, but not soft, either. Of course, through my slacks and on my practiced hide, two swats were all sound and pressure alone. Still, I was alive with the promise of your hand and my bottom from that one action!!
You said how much you were going to enjoy spanking me, and I’m sure I blushed. At the same time, you had reminded my internal brat that I was indeed here for a spanking weekend after all! I looked at you and on the tip of my tongue there rose, “Was I supposed to feel that?”
But my mind was still not engaging my voice properly yet, my lips were now dry with desire as well as nervousness, and I just smiled sheepishly and joyfully.
And then you were gone.