Missing Class “Hello, dear… you’re a little early. You missed class today,
Missing Class “Hello, dear… you’re a little early. You missed class today, didn’t you?”“I, uh… how did you know?”“Just a feeling – thought it worth checking. I do hope it wasn’t my fault – I’ve been a bit lax in your spankings lately, haven’t I?”“Um, no… I don’t think so…” I lie. “Maybe a little…”“Not a little. Two weeks, it’s been, hasn’t it? And the last one a slippering. I have sort of wondered how little is too little – and I guess I’ve found it.”“Oh… but… I don’t think…”“You did miss class, didn’t you?”“Yes’m.”“Well then show me your bottom, let’s see what we’re working with.”“Out here?”“Yes, out here – there’s no one else here. Now I said ‘show me your bottom’ – or is this much more serious than I think?”“No, ma’am… please, ma’am,” I apologize as I comply, blushing furiously.“Now turn and bend, please.”I do, biting my lip, crushing my thighs together.“Picture perfect, just like I expected,” she says of my bare, presented bottom. Drawing a finger across the base of my cheek she says, “A touch of the cane, I think,” as I shiver.“I had planned on the hairbrush and a bit of the slipper… I’ll stretch that out a little, then make it a full slippering…” She runs her thumbs up over my cheeks in case I’d forgotten where I get spanked…“Bad timing, sweetie – now you’ll have to have the strap. I think I’ll do that between…” (I hope and pray she means ‘between the hairbrush and slipper’ – ‘the strap between’ sounds like something awful!) “Followed by just another touch of the cane…“Arrange yourself and get upstairs… oh, save those tears, you’re going to need them.” -- source link