I watched him wide-eyed as he gave his answer, then turning away and sitting on a large armless leather chair. 'A spanking?' I thought. I saw his chair, noticing that it was a perfect chair for such a thing. I wondered how many submissives he had, had in that position, over his lap, in his time.

I walked up to him, extremely nervous. I was berating myself inwardly, 'it's just a spanking, why are you so rattled girl?' I fumbled under my uniform, reaching for the elastic band of my panties. I paused briefly, and looked at him. His eyes cold and looking at me as if to say 'I don't have all day.'

I pull my panties down, letting them drop to my ankles. As I bend to retrieve them. I blush noticing that they are wet. Quickly I fold them neatly, hoping he wouldn't notice my arousal, in such dire circumstances. I place them carefully out of the way, unsure on whether I should let the dress stay down or not. I tried to suppress a giggle, as my head turned, thinking, 'he's spanking me it will be up regardless.'

I stand before him as instructed. Suddenly I feel the pang of guilt, the guilt I felt, for deliberately disregarding a rule. The pain of angering him and the relief that he didn't dismiss me on the spot.

A single tear trickled from my eye. I blinked hoping he didn't see it. I squeezed my legs together, feeling terrible that I was aroused, when in such serious trouble.

I felt a sudden pang of urgency. Realising I hadn't had such punishment in a long time, hadn't experienced such things lately, yet wanting them so badly. I was suddenly confused, my heart pounding. I felt as if it were about to explode out of my chest.

I suddenly looked down at him, in fear and anticipation, waiting for his next command.