I need a paddling. Not just a spanking, but a good hard bare bottom paddling with a serious wooden paddle. I want to be standing in front of a woman seated on a chair, looking at her skirt and her thighs as she holds a paddle in her hand. I want to feel her pull my pants and underpants down so that I can feel the cool air on my behind. I want to feel her hand on mine as she draws me across her knee. I want to be looking at the floor and her legs and and feel the knot in my stomach as I realize that I'm really going to get it. I want to feel that anticipation rush as she reaches for the paddle. I want to feel the cool, smooth, hard paddle across my ass as she lines up the first shot. I want to feel her body move as she pulls the paddle back and then brings it crashing into my backside. I want to hear the loud smack echoing off the walls before I can yet feel the pain. And I want to feel the gradual onset of the stinging pain as she draws back for the second smack. I want to feel her legs behind mine and her arm around my waist as I struggle to evade each blow. I want to have the feeling of hopelessness and loss of control as she keeps paddling me and the pain mounts to a point where I don't think I can take it any more.
And at the end I want to feel the heat in my ass as she lets me up off her lap with a stern but gentle, “I hope you've learned your lesson,” or “I want you to remember this the next time you want to act up”, or “If you keep this up, it will be worse for you next time.” I want to feel her lips as she kisses me while I kneel before her with my bottom still bare and red and my pants down around my knees.
I want to be standing in front of a mirror, looking at the bright red and purple bruises, knowing that the purple may get black and stay for several days. I want to go to work the next day and feel the effects of the spanking when I sit down or when I walk. And I want the feeling that I no longer need to be paddled.
Until the next time . . .