A week flew by so fast and today I must face my second punishment session under your hand. I'm still so embarrassed over last week's bare-bottom spanking that I avoided shopping at your store the whole week, even though it's very convenient, within walking distance from my home, and has good prices. But I know that sooner or later I'll have to accept my shame and deal with it. Maybe next week I'll return to my normal routines again -- well, as normal as one can get given that I will be receiving regular spankings on a weekly basis for quite a while to come.
I'm dressed similarly as last week in t-shirt and tiny shorts. I'm also carrying the small buttplug in my pocket as ordered by you last week. I'm assuming that you're going to confiscate it as part of my punishment for illegally obtaining this adult item underage. That's too bad, as I'm still kinda curious about what it'll be like to be "plugged" but without the lube that I had tried unsuccessfully to steal from you last week, I just hadn't had a chance to try it out and satisfy my curiosity. Oh well...
Now I've arrived at your store again -- the place of my continuing "education". I dare not go to your office directly, so I walk up to the cashier lady timidly and ask for you.
"You must be Ling. You're here for your weekly spanking right?" She asks me matter-of-factly.
I could've die of humiliation at that moment! She knows all about this -- and she KNOWS that I'll soon be face-down over your lap getting my naked behind toasted again! My face must have turned crimson (the same shade that my quivering asscheeks will soon become). I can only nod my head in shame. Fortunately she doesn't make fun of me but simply leads me to your office in the back.
"Good afternoon, Ling," you greet me brightly as you see me enter, "it's good to see you again."
I feel a slight relief at seeing you in a good mood. "It's good to see you too Mr. Brian... I guess," I answer softly.
"I hope you have had a chance to think about your spanking last week," you say. "How do you feel about it?"
Standing in front your desk obediently with hands behind my back, I think about your question for a few seconds and reply honestly, "It was very painful and extremely embarrassing for me... but I realize that I fully deserve that and I think I'm beginning to learn my lesson now."
You're very happy with my answer. You have me lay out my buttplug on your desk, beside the two items I stole last week which you've also laid out as a reminder of why I'm being punished today. Then you walk around your desk to stand behind me. You pause there for a moment and I feel my slender body tenses up in anxious anticipation of what you're going to do next. You reach out and quickly take off my t-shirt, followed by my tennis shorts, and then my bikini brief. Now I've been stripped completely naked by you. A wave of shame washes over my trembling body as I am again obscenely exposed to another man.
