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.