My heart tightens, realising that I am splayed so openly over his lap. The utter humiliation in that I am in this position in the first place, so exposed and vulnerable, sending shock waves through to my soul. His hand firmly but gently pressed on my back and shoulders keeping me in place, furthered my distress. On the outside I was calm, but internally I was struggling.

His hand stroking my thighs, then teasingly brush up against me, delaying my punishment. Relaxing me, yet making me tense at the same time. I shiver as I feel his hand brush my cheeks lightly preparing me for what was to come.

"This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me."

I cringe hearing his words, but scowl inwardly at his jest. This wasn't a time for humour when I was feeling so vulnerable and conflicted over my state of being. I responded in the only way I recall being taught how "Yes Sir." I wasn’t sure, but I thought I felt him stiffen, as I said those words…perhaps I shouldn’t have said them, but I felt it was only right.

Without warning I feel his hand swat my cheeks twice each. The warmth on my cheeks instantaneous, not enough to hurt, but enough to steady myself in the mindset of a punishment. I was thankful he gave me a moment to ready myself. I blinked and realised he was addressing me, I tried to maintain focus as he spoke.

"I hope you are ready Angela, now your spanking begins, ten for betraying my trust, ten for entering a forbidden room, ten for shaming your family, ten for shaming your profession and ten for shaming yourself."

I quickly calculated the sum in my mind. Fifty spanks. Fifty spanks and it would be over. So I believed. I recall his words before I accepted punishment "I warn you now though, the second option will not be the easy way out." Perhaps he had more in store for me? For a submissive fifty spanks wasn't enough for betrayal of trust, let alone my other mistakes. Yet I was remorseful the moment I gazed upon his eyes and saw his anger and disappointment. There and then, even without this punishment I knew.

I am roused from my thoughts as I feel the pressure of the spanks increase. He was spanking me much harder now, I count to ten silently in my mind, my bottom cheeks starting to get warmer. I desperately wanted to cover myself. The humiliation overpowering me, the shame in being in such a position, a grown girl with her bottom on display.

I knew I had done wrong, the moment my curiosity was sparked to venture down there, but the notion of not knowing, ate away at me each day that passed.

I wasn’t in much pain, but I felt like crying, the lump in my throat, further confirmed my predicament. I needed this so badly, I needed to feel something…

I whimper as I feel the spanks continue, progressively getting harder after each ten. A reminder after each set, of what I had done wrong. I felt myself getting wetter, and tried my hardest to not get aroused. Being positioned in such a way so exposed, and the sting in my bottom so reassuring yet, painful, made me have trouble telling the difference between pleasure and pain – right from wrong.

Being held in position, my hands gripping the seat, I whimper louder, keeping count in my mind, for he did not give me permission to speak.