AND So it begins…

I can’t wait until I lead you to the bed. Until we kiss, exploring, searching, full of desire. Until my hands touch you through your clothes, wanting so much to rip them off, yet savoring the anticipation...

I can’t WAIT until I pull you across my knee for the first time, perhaps binding your wrists comfortably behind your back even as I land a few preliminary swats to your already squirming, fully shielded backside. Hearing (and disregarding) your "protests" as I unzip your skirt and slide it from your legs. Staring with INCREDIBLE hunger at the panty-clad bottom before me…

I’d start here, slowly, deliberately, and most importantly – unpredictably: sometimes one hard swat followed by a long pause; sometimes a brief flurry of rapid-fire spanks. But I would make sure that every single inch of your behind was covered underneath your panties – that you were properly "warmed up" – before I peeled them down to the tops of your thighs...

Once again, I can’t help but stare at your now fully exposed backside, tinged with the first hint of a blush that will soon deepen. I also can’t help but slide a hand between your thighs to check for the wetness I know is there – before I begin to spank you…

Once more, I start out slowly and deliberately, but this time with a certain rhythm – you have many spanks to count tonite, my dear, and time is of the essence: I have SO much more in mind for your bottom this evening…