From: Daarriaa@aol.com
Date: Sat, 7 Sep 1996 17:24:23 -0400
Subject: Anticipation # 2


This story involves spanking. Please donít read if that is not of interest to
you.


This is a follow up to one of my short story entries for the summer contest.
I wish it had occurred to me before the contest closed. (Oh well. I hope you
enjoy it.)

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                ANTICIPATION   II
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I hold my hands at my side, my fingers tremble slightly with nervous
anticipation of your entry into the room. My hands move to my backside and
with palms out as if to protect it from what is to come. I turn my hands now
and place my palms on my bottom and feel the same soft area that you will
soon be spanking.

The door opens, your face is stern, but I can read the love in your eyes. A
nod from you, a glance and I know what is expected.  I can sense your
thoughts and am eager to comply with your wishes. I know what is in store for
me and it is only your love and affection that makes it bearable.

As you sit on the end of the bed I approach you. Your lap is open and waits
for me to place myself across your knee for your loving discipline. I hang my
head in acknowledgment of my foolishness that earned me this corrective
action. Placing my fingers in my silk pajama bottoms I slowly lower them to
below my bottom and look down as they slid to the floor, leaving me to do the
only thing I can. I place my self obediently across your lap. I am at your
mercy and subject to your wishes. The thought both scares and thrills me.  I
know you will be fair and that I must pay for my errors. I know it will hurt
and that it must. I know in my heart that I will rise a better, more careful
wife and for that I can only love you all the more.

You arm grips me firmly, I am held in place and resistance is impossible. I
would not, will not resist. How could I resist your devotion and caring? I
believe this is done with all the tenderness in your heart that it is
possible for one person to have for another. 

It does sting, and my will is tested. I cry and kick my feet and sob out my
requests for forgiveness. It is only after I think the lesson has been long
learned that you are satisfied and the spanking stops.

You hold me in your arms, and I sob on your shoulder. You stroke my hair and
hold me close. I squeeze closer to you. Your hand pats my bottom gently and
rubs away the sting. You speak to me softly and with gentle words that calm
me and my crying subsides. I grip you with both arms and hold you still
tighter, I will never let you go. I love you.

We slide onto the bed. The punishment is over. It is time for rewards and for
me to show my gratitude to you, my adored.