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Bobby's Cornertime
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
Bobby stood in the corner. His pants were bunched at his ankles,
more torturous then if they had been completely removed. A shiver
ran up his spine as he deliciously reminded himself that this
was real, she was watching.
He was aware of every noise behind him, the feeling of his shirt
brushing against his buttocks and the thumping of his erection.
He remained still, obedient, contemplating the moment when she
would speak. Could anything be more sensual then anticipating
the moment when he would be called to her, then his erection nestling
into her lap?
He had gazed at her lap as she sat there scolding him moments
ago. Her skirt had small little wrinkles where it had bunched
to reveal her smooth thighs. Her legs had been crossed casually
at the ankles and her knees had been close together. As he thought
of her lap he felt a drop of precum appear with a throb at the
tip of his cock.
Bobby swallowed and felt another shiver raise the hair on the
back of his neck. Yes, he was bad. He was supposed to be standing
in the corner feeling guilty for his crimes and instead he was
committing new ones.
He certainly deserved a bare bottom spanking. He even deserved
a spanking with the hairbrush. Bruises and whelps were what he
deserved. Even as she scolded him, he had noticed how the material
on her blouse puckered between the second and third button. Bobby
tried in vain not to think how it would feel when her breasts
pressed against his back as she reached for the hairbrush.
He heard her move behind him. Did she know how really naughty
he was? Would she make him cry and feel good again? He imagined
the moment when he would finally let go and beg forgiveness. The
moment when the pain being delivered in sharp stinging strokes
matched the guilt in his heart.
She would kiss his eyebrows and hold him close to her, safe and
secure and absolved.
"Bobby, its time. Come to me now you naughty boy."
© 1999 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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