Must be brave

A hand spanking from her partner won’t suffice this time.

She gets to her feet, unsteadily, those final spanks still smarting. Pain, shame, mingling equally.

Must be brave.

She hears his voice: “Stand in front of me.” Through a mist of tears, she looks at him; this man she loves, sitting on the sofa in their apartment.

She wants him to hold her. Hopes he would tell her that it’s over. That she’s forgiven. But deep down, she knows…

Must be brave.

If only she’d remembered to tell him about the call. If only…

She hears his voice; as if in the distance. As he’s not speaking to *her*. And with a jolt, she remembers that it is. And listens. His voice calm, clear, commanding. Talking to *her*. Disappointed with *her*.

“I spanked you like that the last time you forgot to tell me about a business call.”

She nods. As if she could forget.

“And yet you have forgotten once again.”

“I’m so sorry. I.. I….” What *can* she say? How can she explain? She shakes her head, and stares at the carpet.

A long pause.

“So if last time’s spanking didn’t work, we had better follow this time’s spanking with something that *will* make you remember. So there won’t have to be a next time’s spanking.”

She bites her lip, that unwanted tear trickling down her cheek.

Must be brave.

And then. The words she’d dreaded. “Remove your clothes.” The words that always precede… she blanks her mind, not wanting to think about what was to follow.

And he knows, of course. How she loves him to undress her before they make love. How she feels when he takes down her panties to spank her. Yet how, how much she hates that order to undress herself for a punishment.

Must be brave.

Must be bare.

She strips quickly, knowing that to keep him waiting would add to what is to follow. Folds the clothes neatly on the table, to avoid his wrath. Holds her hands to her sides, as she stands naked in front of him.

Shivers, even though it’s a warm summer’s evening. Shivers in front of his gaze.

Waits for his word.

Must be brave.

Sees him point to the door.

“Go into our bedroom. Position yourself over the end of the bed. And I shall join you in a few moments. To make sure you *have* learnt your lesson. This time.”

Must be brave.

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