She met me at the coffee house, dressed exactly as I specified, jeans, tank top, and no leather belt. It was clear she was going to be spanked for her arrogance and naughty behavior the last year. She was perfect for me, and was the type of person who was wanting and deserving spanking. I was surprised at her beauty. Recently divorced and wanting to find something more. I talked to her and finally we were meeting. That look on her eyes was one of fear, and her lips were trembling as I told her she was going to get a good spanking when we arrived to the room. She choked out a "but, this is my first time"; to which I replied that she should have been more temperate your behavior and her utter disregard for respect. I got that frown and as she looked down, I knew she was going to submit. I still remember lecturing her for a half hour and the tears streaming down her face, as she saw me get the paddle I was surprised as she quickly laid over the bed for it, but missing something, she had her jeans on. And so up I took her and lectured her for another ten minutes about waiting for the proper instructions. Her face turned bright red as I ordered her to lower her jeans and then her panties. She even put her hand over private area as a last protest of the exposure she was having to accept as part of the punishment. I gave her a good paddling and hand spanking that day. I still remember the way she was, and it wasnt so much the spanking as it was the dynamics leading up to it. If you get what I am saying...I would love to talk.
