You smile and say hello as you walk in the door, although I can tell by your tone that you're surprised to see me home so early. It also appears that you are trying to hide something in your arms as you enter the house and pass behind me sitting on the couch. "How was your day?" I ask, "What have you been up to?"
"Oh not much, just visiting my sister," you reply. Again it seems to me that you're being evasive and trying to get into our bedroom with whatever it is that you have in your hands. I stand up and move around the sofa, intercepting you before you can make it to the hallway.
"What have you got here?" I ask, reaching for the bag in your hands.
I see your open wider as you say "Nothing much, just a few things my sister gave me. Old clothes and such, nothing you'd be interested in." Not believing that for a minute I take the bag from your hands and walk into the bedroom. You follow behind me closely.. Putting your hand on my shoulder to try to pull me around to you. Unfazed by this last attempt to distract me from the bag, I open it and dump it onto the bed. I see your shoulders drop and hear the little sound almost like a whimper...
I look at the pile of things on the bed. The skirts, shirts, and handbag lying in the pile.. All with price tags attached, and it is instantly clear that these items are not *old clothes* handed down to you by your sister. I turn to look at you and can tell that you already know that I am not going to be happy with you. Before I can even say a word, you are already trying to make the better of it... telling me that you didn't spend much money and that everything on the bed was on sale at incredibly low prices. Of course this does not matter to me as it is the fact that I had told you that this month was going to be tight financially and that you would have to stick to the strict budget that I had given you.
With a withering glare... I tell you to get out into the living room and wait for me. I take a deep breath and begin to gather my thoughts as to what is to come. After a moment alone I walk out into the living room to join you, pulling the thick leather belt out of my jeans as I walk. I look to see you kneeling on the floor in front of the leather sofa, as you know you are to do when you are to be punished. Your eyes look up to meet mine as I come around the sofa and take a seat in the middle. "Stand up" I tell you sharply and as you do I reach out and grab your skirt lifting it up over your thighs. I pull you towards me and twist you around and pull you down over my knee. I hear your sharp intake of breath as you land over my thighs on your stomach. My hand starts to rub firmly over your ass, and with one quick motion I tear your panties apart and off of your skin. Again my hand moves back to your ass, firmly digging my fingers into your cheeks, and rubbing hard over the curve of your ass. With one quick motion I lift my hand up and bring it back down onto your ass with a loud SMACK. Startled, even though you knew it was coming, you push harder into my thighs as you try to get away from the hand that is now rising up again, only to once more slam down hard onto the soft flesh of your ass. Again and again I spank your ass.. Watching the soft white skin start to turn a bright shade of pink as I move my hand from top to bottom and side to side... leaving no areas of flesh untouched by my palm. Time flies by quickly.. and I lose track of how many times I strike your ass. The only sign I have to go by is the fact that the pink cheeks have now turned into a bright shade of red, with several raised welts visible around the curve of your ass, where my fingertips naturally come down on your flesh.