Jul 9
Bent over the desk, lovely marks.
She stood bent over the table, her bare bottom fully exposed, trembling as she waited for her mother to return with an implement. Soft, pitiful sobs escaped her lips. Her mother had already given her a long, thorough warm up spanking, but the real punishment was yet to come. The heavy anticipation made every second feel unbearable.
She had no idea what her mother would bring back, and that uncertainty was the worst part. Her mind raced with dreadful possibilities, each one more frightening than the last. Her mother knew exactly how agonizing the wait was which is why she was taking her time.
