Just Before The Action Begins
You are standing there and you know that in a few moments the spanking will begin. For me, that gets the butterflies a fluttering in my stomach. I do not try to suppress them but nurture the nervous anticipation that they offer. And a good Top or Dom(me) often finds ways of stirring these butterflies into a frenzied storm of flapping wings, even before the first blow strikes.
A steady parade before you, especially with heels clocking on a hard floor makes you wonder what is in store for you
Giving you that look that makes you want to know what plans for your future are going on behind those eyes
Sometimes a shouted order or sometimes a low whisper in your ear sends your imagination whirring
The flexing of a cane or the sound of it swishing through the air promising a severity to it’s anticipated bite of your flesh
Or even the soft brushing of fingers across your body, reminding you of how tender soft and vulnerable your skin feels at that moment
And now those delicate wings are flapping up a hurricane that will not let you breath without trembling
SOUND THE SEVEN BELLS OF PAINFUL HELL AND LET THE PUNISHMENT BEGIN
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SPANKEDHORTIC II 