Waiting for a Spanking

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Getting a spanking is no fun, nor is it meant to be. Having your bottom turned a hot, stinging red hurts, it is meant to. Having your panties lowered so that your bottom is bare is embarrassing, it is meant to be. Going across a knee like a small child is, well, childish, it is what it is.

As if all this is not bad enough, waiting for a spanking multiplies all these effects. You think maybe he will have a last minute change of heart and tell you that it was only a warning. Sure, when has that ever happened? Never is a good approximation. Maybe he will finally decide that you are to old to have him bare your bottom. About the same chance that you will see a pig flying outside the window. Perhaps it won’t seem as childish. How can being turned over his knee with your pants down and being spanked until you cry be anything but childish? Right the first time.

And then time plays tricks that would make Einstein proud. It moves at a glacial pace as you wait for him to appear and give you your spanking. You spend an eternity dreading the upcoming punishment and wishing it were already over. Then he appears at the door holding the hairbrush and, suddenly, you realize that time has passed much too rapidly. How can he be here already, surely you should have a few more minutes before the spanking? But you hear the words “come here, young lady” and know that the waiting is over.