She gave him a pronounced pout. βWhat?β
βDonβt be like that,β he chided her.
βLike what?β she said, sticking her lower lip out as far
as it could go.
βAll pouty and bratty, like a naughty little girl.β
βWhy? What will you do?β she said, her interest growing.
βI might have to spank you with my belt.β
βWith your belt?β Her blue eyes grew huge.
He nodded. βNow, please go into the bedroom and take off
your clothes. If you donβt want to take off your top you
may leave on your blouse, but off with your skirt and no
panties.β
The way heβd taken control of the situation, firmly yet
gently, captivated her. βWell, since you asked nicelyβ¦β
she said and went into the bedroom where she took off all
of her clothes. Unsure what to do next, she lay down on
her tummy on the bed.
She heard him come into the room, then heard the
βziiiiiiipβ as he yanked his belt out of his belt loops.
No one had ever hit her with a belt before, and she
wasnβt sure she could take it. Remember you have a safe
wordβKimberlyβs advice rang in her ears, and she took a
deep breath. Breathing always helped her get through a
spanking.
βCharmaine, what are you being punished for?β
She wanted to roll her eyes and offer a smartass retort,
but she squashed her obnoxious side and answered
dutifully, βFor not following your instructions after the
car wreck.β