It's Kristen. I need to tell you something, and I am a little embarrassed about it. I have been thinking about being spanked all week. Not in a vague way. In a very specific, detailed, cannot stop squirming kind of way.
It started on Tuesday. I was being bratty, I will admit it. Talking back, rolling my eyes, doing exactly what I was told not to do with this little smirk on my face. And the whole time, in the back of my mind, there was this voice saying: you are going to get it for this. You know what happens to bratty girls. And instead of behaving, I got brattier, because some part of me wanted it to happen.
That is the thing nobody tells you about spanking. Half the thrill is earning it. The teasing, the pushing, the moment where you cross the line on purpose and your stomach drops because you know what is coming. I live for that moment. The anticipation is almost better than the thing itself. Almost.
Here is how I want it. Bend me over your knee, or over the arm of the couch, somewhere I cannot wriggle away. Pull my panties down slowly, make me wait for it. Then the first one lands and I gasp, because no matter how much I want it, that first smack always surprises me. My skin goes hot. I am gripping the cushions. And you tell me to count.
One. My voice is shaky. Two. I am already squirming. Three. I am whimpering and I do not even care. By five or six I am a mess, begging and apologizing and promising to be good, and we both know I am lying, and we both know we will do this again. That is the best part. The promise I have no intention of keeping.
Afterward, you rub the sting away with your warm hand, and I am all melty and soft and clingy, nuzzling into you like a kitten. That is when I am sweetest, I think. Right after I have been thoroughly handled. All the brat gets spanked right out of me, at least until tomorrow.
If you love a good spanking as much as I do, call and ask for Kristen. I have been bad, and I am ready to take what is coming to me. And if you want to make it a whole scene, pair it with my schoolgirl uniform. Detention has never been this fun.
Call the dispatcher and ask for Kristen. I will count as loud as you want.
xoxo, Kristen