Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Visual inspirations for spanking stories: over-lap attitude adjustment

(See here for an explanation of this series and here for an index to it.)

"That's the third time this month you've gone over the data limit."

"I'm sorry--it won't happen again. I promise."

"I think," said Stephen, "you're in need of an attitude adjustment. Take off your clothes. Everything but your stockings."

"Stephen, no--"

"Do you really think it's wise to disobey me, sweetheart?"

Gloria flushed, and reached behind her back to unzip her dress.

"Answer me, Gloria. Do you think it's wise to disobey me?" She looked into his eyes, and saw the answer, there.

"No, sir."

He would spank her, of course, but she knew that before he did he would adjust her attitude the way he knew she needed, with his fingers inside her bottom, and his other hand in her hair. Ashamed, but, as always, terribly aroused, she let her dress drop to the floor, then unhooked her bra and shrugged it off.

"Panties, too, Gloria," he said, when he saw her seem to hesitate. Unable to look at him, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the black lace thong, and bent to tug it down.

"Stand up and let me look at you," Stephen said. "Hands behind your head." She complied, blushing, and waited while he ran his eyes up and down her, lingering on the place between her legs that he had ordered her to keep bare, so that her little slit would have no covering when he wanted to look at it.

"Over my lap, now," he said.

After she had obeyed, there was a long pause, as he ran his hands over her back, her bottom, her thighs still in their sheer stockings. Then, suddenly, one of his hands was in her hair, pulling, not hard but authoritatively, and the other, as always, was upon her bottom, taking her right cheek in his grasping fingers, and working his thumb into the valley between the cheeks.

"Next time you get the warning about the data-plan," Stephen murmured, "what are you going to think about?"

Gloria gasped, as the thumb quested inward. "Your thumb, sir!"

"And my paddle," Stephen said grimly, and reached for it.