Anticipation, a tale by caitlan

The phone ringing had brought Josie running from the shower to answer it. She smiled happily when she heard David saying hello. "Hello this is a surprise." She said, forgetting she was naked and dripping wet as she sat on the bed.

"Hiya sweetheart how are you?" he asked. They talked for a few minutes about this and that and then his tone changed. "Jo how long is it since we had a training session? Since I spanked you purely for pleasure?"

"Oh I don't know Sir..too long?" He laughed and agreed. "Hmm I agree sweetheart, so how do you feel about having one tomorrow night? Just for pleasure, no discipline." She felt the familiar knot of pleasure at the mention of this, she felt loved and secure already and was smiling. "Oh yes please Sir. I would really love that!" He laughed again at her obvious pleasure and anticipation.

"OK then sweetheart. I will be there at 8pm and I want you ready for me. Have your hairbrush, and strap laid out. At 7.50pm I want you kneeling in the corner with your bottom bared. I want to see it when I arrive. Do you understand me?" "Yes Sir I do." She replied softly. "Bye then sweetheart and I will see you tomorrow night." He blew her a kiss and hung up.She lay awake that night for a long time thinking of what was to come. She knew she would end the night in tears with a sore and hot bottom but nothing could detract from her excitement.

The next morning she was up early and in work all day she was happy and distracted. She found herself thinking of what was to come at the worst possible moments. Answering the phone, typing her letters and even when making the tea. Her friends noticed and teased her mercilessly. "Who got sex last night then?" Terri asked. "Not me but I will tonight. David is home from his trip and is coming over." Terri laughed and sent Jo home to prepare for her night. "Go on, go home. You need to prepare yourself and you need all afternoon. I'll cover for you and you can owe me one." Jo hugged her friend and asked if she was sure. When she was reassured she grabbed her coat and bag and drove home.

She was in the living room vacuuming when she realised that she was looking directly at The Corner. She sat in the middle of the sofa and tried to imagine how he would see her as she knelt there with her bottom bare. She smiled to herself as she pictured how she would feel knowing she was completely on display, she blushed even though she didn't speak and even if she did there was no one to hear her. She imagined how she would cross the room when he called her to him, how she would shuffle across the room with her panties tangled round her ankles. She saw herself standing in front of him. She thought about him smiling gently up at her , taking her hand and guiding her across his lap. She wriggled on the seat as she thought about how she would wriggle as she made herself comfortable. She smiled as she imagined his hand gently rubbing her bottom, caressing it and then bending forward to kiss it. She jumped as she imagined his hand raising and then slapping for the first time. She squirmed as she thought of each blow raining down. She felt her breathing quicken as she imagined him reach for the hairbrush and run it up and down each cheek and thigh. Up the right one first and then down the left, running up and down the insides of her thighs and then up and down the crack of her bottom. She would moan as he turned it over and ran the soft bristles over the same spots. She would squeale as she then felt the brush slam down on her bottom. His soft laughter would ring out with delight as there was first a white spot that quickly turned red. His enjoyment of what he was doing would be obvious to her. He would spank her until he was satisfied with the colour. Then he would stop and again run the brush over her hot cheeks and down her thighs and back up the inside. He would again turn the brush round and retrace the path with the bristles. She would be moaning and breathing shallowly as he did this.Then as suddenly as he started he would stop and stand her up. He would take her hand and help her to bend over the back of the sofa. He would ask her to accept ten strokes of the strap and she would of course agree. He would ask her to count each stoke and thank him for each one. He would explain that this was purely for his pleasure and not for discipline. She would be hot and sore but she would still willingly agree to submit to his strap. She would accept the ten strokes and by the time he was finished she would be sobbing and hanging limp over the sofa totally drained but feeling exhilarated. She would feel more loved and safe and secure than ever. She smiled as she thought about how he would soothe her bottom and then take her to the bedroom.She roused herself from her daydream and realised she has only an hour to get ready.

She flew to the shower and as she soaped herself she thought about the night to come again. She ran her hands over her bottom, imagining it was his hands. She sighed and moaned and forced herself to get out and towel herself dry. She sat on the bed to get dressed and thought about what she was wearing. She picked up her white panties and white bra. They were very necessary for her to wear, along with a skirt and not a dress or trousers. She pulled on his favourite navy knee length skirt and a white blouse. She decided not to wear tights or stocking and looked in the mirror to appraise her appearance. She was pleased with what she saw and hoped he would too. She looked at the clock and realised it was time to go downstairs again. She picked up her hairbrush and strap and smiled as she again imagined them slapping against her bottom. She sighed regretfully as she put them down on the arm of the sofa.

She checked the time and walked slowly to the corner. She felt her heart beginning to pound and she blushed as she pushed her skirt up to her waist and tucked it into the waistband. She pulled her panties down to her ankles and shivered as she felt the cool air hit her buttocks. She knelt in the corner, careful to arch her back and spread her legs hip width apart so her bottom was high and everything was on display. She lowered her head to the floor and closed her eyes, focusing on what was going on inside her head. She was thinking about how she loved him, how he loved her. How he was so proud of her because she so freely offered him this gift of her submission. How her bottom would feel as he warmed it, as he stroked and caressed it. How he would be constantly talking to her, telling her to let everything else but her thoughts of them go. How he would reassure her of how much he loved her and how much this meant to him. How when it was over he would take her in his arms and cuddle her until the tears stopped. How he would kiss the same tears away and then gently led her to the bedroom to make love to her.

The sound of the door opening made the dream and fantasy a reality.

The End © Caitlan 2003