Earlier that day:
I had been driving home from work and I had gotten a text from my best friend. I hadn't talked to her in days so without thinking I opened the text and she was asking if she could call me. So, I picked up the phone and called her, but I realized as I pressed send and put it on speaker that there were flashing lights behind me and my first thought was "Oh shit" and hung up the phone. I pulled over and the officer came to my window and asked for my license, insurance, and registration. As I handed it over, he asked if I knew what I did wrong. I told him that I was using my phone, and he said that was why he pulled me over. He checked my information and proceeded to write me a ticket.
I find parking and I ring his buzzer. He lets me in and my stomach is in knots. I really don't know how to bring it up. He opens the door and immediately knows that there's something I need to tell him.
"Hey, you. What's up?" he says.
I give him a look back and I don't say anything.
He replies with, "Well, I know you have something to say to me, so spit it out. If it's bad you know that it'll only be worse if you don't tell me right away."
I sigh and I say "I'm kind of in trouble..." He continues to look at me with demanding eyes. "I was maybe calling M while driving."
He looks really mad, like he's going to pop his lid mad. "What is one of your very few rules?" he asks.
And I reply with "Don't use your phone while you're driving... Oh, and there's a little more to that story."
His eyes get bigger and I say "I got pulled over and I got a ticket."
"My goodness. Young lady, we have been misbehaving haven't we? I want you to stand in the corner of my room. I want you to think about what you did." He responded in a disappointed tone.
All I can manage to say is "Yes sir." I don't regret much, but this is something I regret doing.
I walk to his room and put my nose in a corner. I don't know how much time has passed but I hear him walk into the room. I know better than to turn around so I stay put.
He comes up behind me, grabs the base of my hair and makes me look in his eyes.
"Have you had enough time to think about what you've done?"
"Yes.... I'm sorry." I say.
"And you will be. Bend over the bed." he replies with a cool voice.
His bed is high so when I bend over, I'm on my tippy toes. And I hear his take his belt off. My heart starts to race. I turn to look at him and he has a no non-sense look on his face which means I will not be able to plead with him. So I bury my face into his comforter.
Within a couple seconds, I feel the belt crack right across my sit spot and I grit my teeth. 9 more come flying down, tears are coming down my face, and my reflex kicks in and I swing my hands back to rub.
"What do you think you are doing? he demanded.
"I-I-I-I'mmmm sooooorrrrryy. I couldn't help *hiccup* myself. If you could pleasssse restrain meee." I sob.
"Nope, I don't think so. This is your punishment. You've been such a bad girl. You cannot put in requests on how you receive your discipline. Now put your hands away. If they cover your bottom again, I'm going to add extra strokes." He says sternly.
"Yessss sirrrrrrrr." I respond and I place my hands under my belly. I grab the comforter tight and he continues. I count up to 20 before I lose count because the pain is too hard to bear and he stops.
He places the belt on his nightstand and tells me to stand.
I stand up, sniffling and avoid looking in his eyes. He stands in front of me, places his hand on my chin, and makes me look at him.
"Are you ever going to do that again?"
"No." I whisper.
"Excuse me, I didn't hear you."
"No sir." I say in a louder tone.
"Good girl. You took that spanking well." He says and he pulls me in for a hug.
I walk to his room and put my nose in a corner. I don't know how much time has passed but I hear him walk into the room. I know better than to turn around so I stay put.
He comes up behind me, grabs the base of my hair and makes me look in his eyes.
"Have you had enough time to think about what you've done?"
"Yes.... I'm sorry." I say.
"And you will be. Bend over the bed." he replies with a cool voice.
His bed is high so when I bend over, I'm on my tippy toes. And I hear his take his belt off. My heart starts to race. I turn to look at him and he has a no non-sense look on his face which means I will not be able to plead with him. So I bury my face into his comforter.
Within a couple seconds, I feel the belt crack right across my sit spot and I grit my teeth. 9 more come flying down, tears are coming down my face, and my reflex kicks in and I swing my hands back to rub.
"What do you think you are doing? he demanded.
"I-I-I-I'mmmm sooooorrrrryy. I couldn't help *hiccup* myself. If you could pleasssse restrain meee." I sob.
"Nope, I don't think so. This is your punishment. You've been such a bad girl. You cannot put in requests on how you receive your discipline. Now put your hands away. If they cover your bottom again, I'm going to add extra strokes." He says sternly.
"Yessss sirrrrrrrr." I respond and I place my hands under my belly. I grab the comforter tight and he continues. I count up to 20 before I lose count because the pain is too hard to bear and he stops.
He places the belt on his nightstand and tells me to stand.
I stand up, sniffling and avoid looking in his eyes. He stands in front of me, places his hand on my chin, and makes me look at him.
"Are you ever going to do that again?"
"No." I whisper.
"Excuse me, I didn't hear you."
"No sir." I say in a louder tone.
"Good girl. You took that spanking well." He says and he pulls me in for a hug.
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