I have never really been spanked as a punishment.
Well…that's not true, but kinda.
I've never been spanked with such great force,
through my objections and tears…
and it was JUST WHAT I NEEDED…
and Him too.
Anyway, I was being a pissy little girl
and after getting all sorts of unhappy,
I went and laid down on my bed and cried…
also not like me, as I'm not a crier.
Before I had cried myself out,
Sir walks into the room,
strides directly to the bed,
unceremoniously lifts my skirt,
(uncovering my pantiless behind).
I object and put my hand that is readily available
over my bare ass to cover it.
He roughly grabs my hand,
squeezes my wrist and holds it in place.
He leans his body over mine
preventing any further impedance to his assault on my ass
to spank the shit out of my ass!
He continued to spank hard.
He continued to spank quickly.
I carried on
He continued to spank with authority.
I finally stopped and took my spanking.
He continued to spank.
I gave up my struggle,
I gave up my fit,
I gave up my power … willingly.
He gathered me in his arms,
pulled me up and around to cradle me.
He soothed me with his words and actions.