I ran up the stairs, trying to remember which floor I now lived on. Third floor? I'd walked down at least two flights of stairs, maybe three? I didn't have time to think, and took a chance at what felt right. Third floor it was. Trotting down the corridor, I looked at each door, trying to find my name. Finally. "Amy Gallagher". Fumbling with my keys, I used more time than I should have getting the door unlocked, but after what felt like an eternity, I finally found the right key and was inside.
My computer stood over at my desk, its screen black. I pressed the power button and sat down, watching it slowly, too slowly, power up. Finally, the login screen came up, and... I heard the door behind me open. Shit! I should have locked it behind me.
I turned my body to look up at Daniel. "This is not what I told you to do!"
"I... was going to put on some music?" you said, trying to sound innocent.
He gave a little smirk. "I see what you're doing, Amy. And you're right. It is about time I gave you a little spanking."
Fuck!
"Get up!" he said, sternly. I immediatly did as he said, not daring to defy him. My heart raced, pounded in my chest, my stomach churning. He sat down on my bed, motioned me over. "Go on, get over my knees." Swallowing hard, I did as I was told. I felt my face flush as he lifted my dress and pulled down my panties, exposing my bare buttocks. I hated it, the humiliation of it all. At the same time, I couldn't deny that I was getting sopping wet.
He gently massaged my cheeks, his left hand resting gently on my neck. "Such a sweet butt." Then, his hand lifted. I held my breath. Moments later, the hand descended, and I yelped out. More due to a release of tension than of pain - he was surprisingly gentle. That didn't last, though. With each spank, his strokes grew harder, and under me, I could feel something else growing harder as well. Something... massive.
By the end, my butt felt like it was burning. I felt on the verge of tears. But I also felt... calmed. I realized, suddenly, that I didn't feel any stress. My mind was in a strange, blissful, almost dreamlike state. As Daniel held me, I smiled, comforted by his presence. He raised me to my feet, pulled the zipper on the dress down and let it fall to the ground, and as he pushed me down on the bed he kissed me, gently. "Good girl..."