I get up in the morning forgetting for a second what was going to happen today. For that second I am relaxed and very willing to stay in bed for a while longer. After that second I am still willing to stay in bed, but for a different reason. To hide! I lift the blanket over my head as I remember the last conversation we had yesterday.
I had skipped Econ class twice this week and as a result got a 65 on a short in-class assignment that the class got the following lecture about the information taught in those two sessions. This class is based mostly on lectures, but I was able to BS some answers and not fail. Of course a 65 is not good and you were pretty angry with me for skipping those classes, especially when you found out the reason. I had been up reading a romance book that I bought a few days before and was too sleepy to get up in time for class. I got lectured online, of course. And told that I would 'get it' this weekend at my maintenance spanking.
I pull the blanket tighter around me and imagine that I can hide under here from you. Sadly, I can't since you are coming to my apartment instead of meeting me at the mall like the first time. And I have to get ready. I moan and curl up into myself. I don't want to get up!!!! But I assume that I will get it worse if I don't and am ready by the time you come. I push back the covers, partly to breathe again since it is very stuffy being completely covered by the blanket, and partly as a first step to getting up. It works and I push the covers off the whole way. I sit up before I act on the urge to pull the covers back over me.
I have to plan the order I am going to get things done. I have to make sure the apartment is clean. Take a shower and dress in clean pjs. Make sure my assignment is on the table ready for you to look over. My brush and spoon have to be on the same table. You also mentioned that you might bring some things with you. Some of your spanking tools, the thought of which makes my stomach do summersaults and I take a deep breath for calm and courage.
Luckily, I had done a lot of cleaning yesterday and so making sure everything is fine takes a very short time. Same thing with putting the objects you required on the table. Feeling flustered and nervous, I take a shower and get dressed. I still have about 40 minutes before you are supposed to be here. I turn the TV on to distract me before I decide to either go out or barricade to apartment door.
Ten minutes left. I know that the time you gave me is approximate, but I still assume that you are going to be here at that time. I look at the clock every two minutes and continually fidget. I have to concentrate really hard to stay still and slow down my breathing. And that doesn't last for long.
Ten minutes after the time. I guess you got stuck in traffic or something. No problem. You'll be here soon. I take another look at the apartment. Yes, everything is still in place and tidy.
Twenty minutes later. You are still coming, right? You didn't change your mind and decide to not come? I don't want to be spanked very hard, but I know that I deserve it. I hope nothing bad happened to you? I get up and pace. The apartment is too small to pace for long so I sit down again. What should I do? It's not like I can call you or anything?
I take a deep breath and try to watch the comedy on TV. Just as I am getting into it I hear a knock on the door. Oh my god!! You're here. What should I do? Open the door, I guess. I take another nervous look around and get up to walk to the door. I take a deep breath and open the door.
"Hello, Raneen." "Hello, sir." You step in and I close the door. I see the bag in your hand and realize that you brought the implements you mentioned with you. You smile, "Sorry I'm late. I was planning to be a little late to get you nervous, but I got stuck in traffic." I smile back nervously at you. "That's ok sir." And it definitely worked, since all the anxiety and nervousness that I was feeling before came back doubled.
You walk in to the living room and look around to check that everything is to your satisfaction. You notice the assignment and implements that are on the table and head toward them. "Can you get me a glass of water, Raneen?" "Yes, sir. Of course." I see you pick up my assignment and begin to look through it. My hands begin to tremble as a I pour the water, but I don't spill.
I walk back to you and place the glass on the table as I notice that you are sitting on the couch beside it. I also notice that the bag you brought with you is on the other side of the table. You look up at me with a very serious look in your eyes and my heart stops. "Stand right there, Raneen." I stand and fold my arms protectively. "Arms at your sides." My arms fall down quickly to my sides and I feel panic rising in me. I stand still while you continue looking at the assignment. I can feel my heart beating faster and my breathing speed changing from panic and nervousness.
I have to fight the urge to step back when you turn your gaze to me. I can feel the seriousness in your gaze and that you are not happy with me at the moment. "What happened, Raneen?" "Sir?" "Why did you get this grade?" I know that you know about my skipping Econ this week, and it was very embarrassing and shaming to admit it face to face, rather than on the net. I knew that wouldn't get off easy. I turned my eyes away from yours and whisper, "I didn't go to class twice this week, sir." "Look at me and repeat what you just said." I slowly look into your eyes and resist the urge to look away again. "I skipped class twice this week, sir." "Why?" "Umm…" "Yes?" asked in a no-nonsense tone. I look down and whisper, "I - I was up reading and was too sleepy to get up in time for class." I take a step back because I know that this is not a good thing. "Did I tell you to move?" My heart nearly stops again. "N-No sir. Sorry." You look down at the assignment. "I assume that you weren't reading for this class." The guilty look in my eye says it all. I just shake my head. "What were you reading? And don't lie." "I - I bought a couple of romance books last weekend a-and wanted to read them s-so much, that I stayed up t-to do it." I can hear my voice break. I don't know exactly what you have planned and I'm getting more nervous and worried by the second. "You stayed up to read a ROMANCE book? When exactly did you go to sleep?" "F-four thirty." "When does your class start?" "Ten." "And you were too tired to go to class?" "Yes, sir." "Look at me." I do. "Do you remember the promises you made before?" "Yes, sir." "What was the first one?" I whisper, "To never skip class, sir." "Say it again, louder." "To never skip class, sir." "What did I say would happen if you broke your promise?" "That I would get spanked hard and not be able to sit for a few days." "Good that you remember. Go into the bedroom and stand in the corner. I'll be there in a few minutes." "Yes, sir."
I walk into the bedroom and head for the corner that you have decided is the one that I would always use. I lean my head on the wall and try to relax and not worry about the coming spanking. Who am I kidding? I can't get it off my mind it. I know that you not here and are not watching so I move around and tap my feet nervously. I must have zoned off with worry, because all of a sudden you were in the bedroom and telling me turn around.
My breathing speeds up again as I walk slowly towards where you are sitting on the bed. This is when I wish that my apartment were bigger. So that it would take me longer to walk to you. I stand in front of you looking at the ground. "Look at me." I comply. "You already know what this is for, so we're just going to get started." "Yes, sir." "Come here." I step over to your side. You help me get down and over your left knee, so that my upper body is on the bed. I settle down in a comfortable position and put my hands under my head.
The first smacks weren't hard and I relaxed a little. But then they started getting harder and harder. I was jumping and ouching with each smack. There was no lecture. But it hurt! I wanted to put my hand back, but didn't. I didn't count, but I know the spanking didn't last long. I was surprised when you stopped and helped me to my feet. I stood and avoided looking you eyes after one glimpse in which I saw disappointment and sternness. "Look at me Raneen. You are a bright young woman. You can't do stupid mistakes like this." I don't answer, but stand looking subdued. "Go stand in the corner. And don't move."
I move into the corner and lean my head against the wall. I don't know what is going to happen next, but I know that it will hurt. I have a sick feeling in my stomach from worry and shame of what I've done. The urge to cry keeps coming and going. I hear you move into the living room, but I don't dare move.
You come back a few minutes later and sit on the bed again. "Come here, Raneen." I walk back to you slowly. I pause when I notice that you had brought the brush and spoon from the table in the living room along with the quiz paper. My tummy flips in apprehension. "I'm waiting." I hurry to stand in front of you again. "Explain to me why you stayed up reading when you knew that you had to get up for class the next morning." I try to think fast. I don't know how to answer you. I know that I was wrong, but I'm afraid to admit it. "I-I really wanted to read the book sir. And I thought that I could stop whenever I wanted to. But the book was so good that I couldn't." I look at the floor so that I don't see the look in your eyes. "Look at me." I look up and see you shaking your head at my explanation. "I guess I can understand that. Getting into the book. And you have to understand that it was wrong and you shouldn't have stayed up just to read a romance book when you had to get up early the next day." I whisper, "Yes sir." "Let's get to it. Take off you pj bottoms." I blush. I am going to have to stand in from of you in only my t-shirt and panties. I take of my pj bottoms, fold them and put them on the chair in front of my desk. I turn back to you and see your look of approval at my not having just dropped the bottoms on the ground.
I stand there blushing until I see you gesture me forward. I move to your right side again and back into the over the knee position. Although I'm still wearing the panties, I still feel very embarrassed. "I want you count these spanks Raneen. Understand me?" "Yes sir." I feel your hand on my bottom feeling the heat in it and try to relax. Apparently my bottom is still warm since your hand goes away and the next thing I feel is the wooden hairbrush on my poor bottom. I give a small jump. Amazing how much it hurts when you are using it. It didn't hurt that much when I used it to self-spank. "One sir." Another smack. "Two sir." And so on until I could 20 smacks. They were slow and steady. And there was no talking, but for my counting.
I feel your hand on my bottom feeling the heat and gently massaging. I'm not sure if I should relax or tense. Before I could make up my mind, you tell me to count the following smacks starting at one again. The implement used this time feels smaller and is more like a quick sting. I realize that you are using the wooden spoon this time. I took too long to count and I feel another sharp sting on my bottom and give another small jump. "Remember to count, Raneen." "Yes sir. Sorry." Smack. "One sir." Smack "Two sir." Smack. Small jump "Three sir." Until I have counted twenty smack with the wooden spoon, while jumping and wriggling every few smacks.
I feel your hand rubbing my bottom again and I relax. Then you are helping stand up again. I stand in front of you looking down at the floor. "Look at me." I look. "You know that what you did was bad?" "Yes sir. I'm sorry." "It's not me you should apologize to. It is yourself that you let down. This is your future." I feel the urge to cry and look away from your eyes. But I look back before you can tell me to.
"There is still one more part to your spanking, after some corner time. But first, take off your panties." I blush and look away, but I start pulling my panties down. I push them to my ankles and leave them there. I look up and I see the disapproval in your eyes as you look that panties. I flush with embarrassment and bend down to pick them up and fold them over the pj bottoms. I look at you and see the approval in your eyes and it makes me feel better.
"Now for the corner time. I want you to stand there for 5 minutes." "Yes sir." I walk to the corner and stand facing it wearing only my t-shirt. I manage to stay mostly still. And the five minutes pass swiftly due to my embarrassment and worry about what is going to happen next. I want the five minutes to be up. At the same time I don't want to know what is going to happen next. I feel you moving things in the room but I don't dare look.
Finally I hear you telling me to turn around. I do and see that the desk chair is turned to face the room and the my pj bottoms and panties have been moved to the desk. I walk toward you when you tell me to. You turn me around so that I am facing the chair. You hold out both the brush and the spoon. "Which one do you prefer?" I thought to earn points by saying, "It's up to you sir." Big Mistake since your response is "Then I will spank you with both." Oh my god. That wasn't what I had in mind, but I can't do anything about that now. "Put your hand on the seat of the chair. Good. And more your legs back a bit. Good."
I feel you move behind me and I tense. I feel one smack. I think it was the brush. "You will not be missing any more classes." Smack - brush. Smack - spoon. "Understood?" Smack - spoon. "Yes sir." Smack - brush. "And you won't be staying up late." Smack - I'm not sure. "You will be going to bed on time." Smack. Smack. Smack. I try to stay still but I want to move my hand back to cover my bottom. Smack. Smack. "No more getting anything less than a 75." Smack. Smack. "If you have trouble in a class," Smack. "Go speak with the professor." Smack. Smack. Smack. You repeat the words more than once. My bottom feels like it is burning. I can't stay completely still. You don't say anything about that and I can only assume that you didn't expect me to stay very still. I have no idea how many smacks I get with both the spoon and brush by the time this is over. But I am glad that is it done. I didn't cry, but I was very close to it. I did gasp and jump and shift my legs a lot, though.
Finally you stop and put down the brush and spoon. You hold my shoulders and lead me to the bed. Sit down and pull me down next to you. Then you give me a big hug. That triggers my emotions and I start crying like a baby. You hug and hold me and rub my back to soothe me. "Everything is ok. You did very well. And took your spanking like a big girl." Eventually I calm down and look away embarrassed from my outburst. You turn my face to yours and smile. I smile back. Then wince and I shift on the bed. You notice what happens and suggest that I take a look at my bottom. I get up and look at it in the mirror. I just stare. "Oh my god." My bottom is dark red. It looks worse than it actually feels. At least right now. But wow. I didn't expect it to look like that. I put my hand on my bottom. Its really warm. I just stare at it. I hear you move and look at you again. "I have to admit that I'm surprised that you didn't use the safe word. How do you feel?" "I feel ok. Not guilty about what I did. And I won't be doing it again." At least not for the next couple of weeks. Not sure about after that.
"Let's go sit in the living room. And you can have a drink of water." I smile and follow you out of the bedroom. We both drink and sit on the couch. We talk for a short while. I think to make sure that I am calm. Then you sit forward on the couch and I sense that something else is going to happen. "Raneen, can you please bring over the bag that I brought with me?" Oh. I had forgotten about the bag. I go and get it and bring it to the coffee table in front of the couch. "Please empty it one item at a time and place them on the table." I open the bag and look inside. Wow. As I take out the items, you tell me what they are. There is a leather paddle - that one I realized on my own. A big wooden spoon - I knew that one too. Something that looked like a thinner, longer version of the leather paddle and had hearts cut out. You call it a brander - this one I didn't know. Then there was a riding crop - I didn't know what it was at first sight. This is the first time I've seen one. The last item was another paddle. This one had one leather side and one fuzzy side.
"You are going to get a spank with each item so that you know what is in store if you are naughty or bad in the future." Gulp. Oh. Ok, I guess. One smack doesn't sound that bad. "Come stand in front of me." I move and you turn me so that I am facing to the side so that it is easier for you to aim at my bottom with you right arm. Each item has its own different feeling. The ones that stung the most were the brander, the big wooden spoon and the leather side of the fuzzy paddle. They made me gasp. Don't want to be spanked long with those three. Yikes. But I have the feeling that I will eventually. I sit down next to you afterwards and tell you my thoughts of the implements. You laugh at me since you expected that I would hate the wooden spoon more. I have the urge to stick out my tongue, but I don't give in. My bottom is still sore and I don't want to get spanked again this soon.
You let me put on my pj bottoms again and we sit down to talk more. I sip water as we talk. It seems that I got dehydrated during the spanking. Sadly, you have to leave soon after to drive back. You tell me to put ice on my bottom to help with the redness and any bruising that can happen. We hug again. You pack the implements back in the bag and we walk to the door. "Be good, Raneen." I smile. "I will sir. Have a safe drive." "Thank you. I will talk to you later today." "That sounds great sir." "Bye." "Bye."
I close the door after you leave, put my hand on my bottom. It still feels warm. I go back to the bedroom to look in the mirror. I push down the pant to mid thigh and turn. Wow. It still looks dark red. I pull my pj bottoms back up and go back to the living room to go online and to think.