She has been feeling anxious before with anticipation, bordering on panicked. Silently waiting, knowing his punishment would be severe and sound. She had pushed the line they had set together, on purpose, now faced the unenviable dilemma of her own making, as she laid bent over his lap, her body nude and suspended, his left arm across her back wrapping tightly around her waist pressing her hip into his tightened belly, as her back ached and ass was held high in the air. Every inch of her skin was raised and prickled on her flesh, covered in goosbumps not from the chilled from the air, but adrenaline coursing through her blood, as her breath quicken and heart raced.
She worried, to herself, “I can’t do this!” as the rough side of his hand slapped down on the soft meaty flesh of her ass. Each slap made her body twitch uncontrollably with even more anticipation, instead of less, as it bounced in repercussion from the forcefulness o each strike. Her voice moaned, as she bit her own lip preventing herself from calling out, cherrying its color, nearly drawing blood, as her skin, were she was struck, began to glow with its own redness.
Reacting to being stung, her butt wiggled trying to desperately, but futilely, trying to ease the sting, but instead he simply gripped her body tighter to himself, and spanked her harder than before. The tears started to flow, like rain drops falling from the storm upon her ass.
“I’m sorry,” quietly slipped past her lips, but the spanking continued, each stroke gradually building on the severity of the previous, in sets of ten, and each set finishing more vigorously than the previous, like a cruel ladder, forcing her to climb ten rungs up only to then need to retreat nine rungs back down.
Remorse soon followed, but the remorse was for creaming between her thighs, instead from the guilt for what she had done. When he realized her crotch was soaking with wetness, her punishment lingered a bit longer, as his hand continued to expertly slap deeper into her tenderized flesh, searing pain into her soul.
When he finally stopped, he pushed her off his lap and just walked away in self silence, nothing remained, for him, in emotions, but resolution and peace, but, for her it was the silence, not the pain, that she truly regretted because his silence left her desire wet and her lust hung out to dry.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/aoj5p8/accepting_her_punishment_mdomfsubspankingbdsm
This is absolutely beautiful
The fifth paragraph tho!