"That's it! Come here now!" His words echoed through her soul but she knew she had done wrong. Her head was lowered as she walked nervously to Him standing before Him. Her gaze only looking at His knees as she sees Him sitting before her, as her hands nervously pinch at her jeans.
He watches her movements, smiling to Himself as He sees her fidgeting nervously. He allows her to stand there for a few minutes. Her trembling becoming more and more visible. Then when He feels she is about to explode He whispers to her.
"Drop the pants."
Her heart drops. She didn't know this would happen, but she knew better then to argue, it only made things worse. Her trembling fingers moved to the front of her jeans where she fumbled the button loose. Unzipping it she took a deep breathe and tugged her jeans to her knees. Her silken panties the only things covering her as she felt the heat of her blush and her eyes filling with tears.
She hated him at that moment. She hated that He could do this to her. He had not only made her feel embarrassed from the exposure, but from her own desire. She could never really explain why this had always turned her on, but even know she could feel the heat of her core beginning to rage like the inferno of hell. And hell was exactly what He was putting her through.
He watched as she closed her eyes tightly. He could almost see her internal struggle as she stood there trembling. He stands before her, walking slowly around her, His finger tracing along the waistband of her panties. He leans in and whispers into her ear as His warm breathe tickles across her flesh.
"You missed something." And with a snap of the band on her panties He relaxes back in His chair.
Her palms sweating profusely, this ... this... she didn't even know how to describe this in her mind. All she wanted was for His hands to slip under the panties and explore her, to take her... even just bend her over and fuck her... she didn't care what as long as He would put the fire out that threatened to consume her. with a deep breath she let it out slowly and pulled her panties to her knees.
She was so busy trying to remain calm before Him that she did not see or hear Him slip the belt from His pants and set the belt beside Him. He allowed her another minute of standing before Him before He reached up and pulled her down harshly across His lap, her hip resting across His thigh.
The belt came down with a sting across her ass and she cried out more from shock then the pain. 10 strikes across her tender flesh, the rosey glow burning bright, nothing compared to the fire in her.
He always loved the way she squirmed on His lap, how she would want to fight the spanking but at the same time she wanted more. He left her dangling over His legs as she wept. Her cries soft as His hand rubbed the crimson of her ass.
"Will you do that again?"
"No Sir" she wept.
"Are you sure?" His hand massaging across her ass, His warm hand adding to the fire that danced upon her flesh and across her soul.
"Yes Sir."
"Good girl. Very good girl." His hands traveled along the back of her exposed things, softly soothing out the pain He had been forced to inflict upon her flesh. He knew she needed it just as much as she knew. But right now, He knew what else she needed, but tonight she would beg.
Her legs were pressed together because of the waistband of her jeans, and right now all she wanted was His touch. His love to comfort her soul. To know that He still loved and desired her the way that she loved and desired Him. His fingers were driving her insane. The way that His hand would trail along her sensitive skin without really touching her. she wanted to scream.
