There I was, doing everything but writing a story like I was supposed to. You warned me that you would be mad if I didn't write at least one a day. It gives me something to do, and yes, I know it's good for me, but yesterday I was just being lazy when it came to writing.
"You'll see what happens." you had said when I told you I wasn't going to write. Of course, I didn't believe anything would happen. Tonight, I was fixing my bed, adjusting the AC, and turning out the light,and crawling into bed to get comfy when you came up behind me.
"You are in trouble." you whisper in my ear. My body tenses and I turn around to look up at you. You sit down on the bed and take my arm, pulling me across your lap. I struggle pitifully, but you hold me tight against you. Slowly you reach down and pull the back of my shirt up. Your hand runs lightly over the back of my panties, caressing my ass softly before you slide your fingers into the waist of my panties. They slide down my ass to the middle of my thighs. I already know what's coming as I feel the cool air of the room against my ass cheeks.
You bring your hand down hard on my ass, making me jump; you reach over and pick up the paddle. You rub it lightly over my ass, making me tremble to feel the wood rub against my skin.
"Bad girl."
You continue to rub the paddle over my ass. Suddenly you raise your arm and bring the paddle down hard in the middle of my ass. I jump and reach back, trying to protect my bottom. You grab my arm and pin it against my back as you raise yours again. You bring the paddle back down, hitting the same spot.
"Owwwww that hurts!" I cry out, but of course it doesn't stop you from bringing it down again, this time hitting my right ass cheek. I feel the sting of the paddle and close my eyes, biting down hard on my bottom lip.
"Good, it's supposed to hurt, you should have written your story." you say to me and bring the paddle down on my left ass cheek. My ass is starting to burn. I can feel tears stinging my eyes as you continue to paddle and scold me for not writing my story.
"Are you going to write a long story tomorrow to make up for today?"
"No!" I say which earns me more of the paddle. You continue to bring it down on my ass, turning my flesh from white to pink to red. You hear me start to whimper each time it hits me.
"Are you going to write a long story tomorrow?" This time I simply nod my head, ready to get the spanking over with. You lay the paddle down beside you on the bed and rub your hands over my sore, red ass, gently petting it. I am sniffling.
"You better write one tomorrow or you know what happens."
"I will." I manage to whisper through my sniffles. Your hand wanders from my ass to between my legs and you begin to carress my pussy lips, rubbing them lightly making my sniffles turn into moans.
