karen-redbush:That awful wait as Mum reads your report card & you know (even before she speaks)
karen-redbush:That awful wait as Mum reads your report card & you know (even before she speaks) that the conversation is going to start with … “Not very good is it Karen ? …. I think we’ll be needing the slipper young lady …. don’t you” ? I think we’ll have your skirt off young lady … and when we’ve done you can go straight to bed ! It’s no good you whimpering now miss … you should have tried harder at school during the year ! And don’t think I’m going to be taken in by those tears my girl, you’ll be going across my knee and be getting something worth crying for in a few minutes missy” Karen xx(another long one - couldn’t help it, this picture is soooo thrilling and inspiring…)I’m standing in front of Mrs. Taylor, jeans down, pantiespulled down and inside-out over them as she reads – or re-reads – the letter Isent her… I couldn’t tell her face-to-face… she’s doing this to make me nervousand it’s working, I feel like I’m going to wet myself – and I’m already wet, mythighs are starting to get slick without my panties to keep me from dripping…Honest, I had no desire to be critical – and I feel terribleabout it, having said anything, but Mrs. Taylor spanks me, for fun, part of ourlove-making, but I need more… something not-fun, for my own good… of course,sitting at home, writing this letter with one hand between my legs, I reallylet myself go – as if I’d never have to ‘pay the piper’ even though that’sexactly what I asked her to make me do… suggested a hairbrush, knowing (I evensaid I knew) that I’d regret it… the strap, sometimes, after (after!?! why on earth did I say ‘after’?), acane, even, maybe; sandal, slipper, paddle – whatever she was ‘comfortablewith’ – a whole arsenal to make sure my tears were real, my regret was real, mymemory was long…Scolding – serious, no-nonsense scolding – anger, whenappropriate, disappointment, determination… until I was in tears and desperatefor the spanking to start, then a spanking that reflected her words, that I wasjust as desperate to have it end…It’s a long letter and she’s been reading a long time,hasn’t looked up… I can’t help wondering – is she wearing panties? (Probably, but maybe…) She’s always wet after spanking me, just byhand… is this making her wetter? Doesshe wish I’d never written it (will I? almost certainly – I should have writtenit and not sent it)… will she let me ‘serve’ her before? (I suggested before,during, after…)She’s already told me she’s agreed to it… but… I mailed iton a Monday, she should have gotten it the next day or the day after… didn’tmention it last weekend… made me wait, neither of us saying anything (mebursting with anxiety) until yesterday (Wednesday)… just to torture/ punish me? Was she thinking of saying no? Is she going to hate this? I mean, I know I am – but it’s something I need… I’m starting to cry… I’m so anxious standing here… andwaiting… for the awful spanking I asked for? For one of the super-awfulspankings I asked for? I’m so wanting tofall to my knees, run my tongue up the inside of Rachel’s thigh (she’s only‘Mrs. Taylor’ when she’s spanking me), beg her to say something – anything…And the spanking – hairbrush and strap and what else? Anything else would be a relief, taking theplace of the first two… unless it’s a cane! I was thinking a cane someday…but now I realize she could have gotten one in the past week! Bent over and caned! With her behind me, my wetness on fulldisplay!Oh God, I should have started slowly… I will beg her to start slowly! Why did I write that my first real spanking should be for the ingratitude shown in thisletter! And (and! why‘and’?) ‘inappropriate thoughts at inappropriate times’ and my ‘touching myselfwithout permission’! I’ve never neededpermission – why did I suggest starting all this at once?I’m crying softly, seriously considering kneeling or justthrowing myself on her mercy, my hands clasped behind my back to resist theurge to could cover my sopping girlhood (which, under the circumstances, couldlead to the absolutely most shamefulbehavior right before her eyes!) when at long last she looks up.“Well, Ashley…” she begins, in full ‘Mrs. Taylor’ voice, “Itseems that your behavior has been quite the disappointment – and that youconsider me derelict in correctingit! I will be endeavoring to correctthat lapse – and to correct that impression– starting immediately. You are in for amost trying – and painful afternoon,young lady – the first of many!“We can start with this critical, ungrateful, demanding letter you sent…let me justretrieve my hairbrush and we’ll see what you have to say for yourself…” -- source link