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but not angry. Maybe I have lucked out!
    “Don’t you have something to do?” He still hasn’t looked at me. I blush all over. I pivot around and walk on tip-toe towards the bedroom. I’ve made this walk many nights before…to get the belt and bring it to him, in the bedroom, the living room, his den, even on the terrace. But never knowing that he will use it on me. Always with a hope that he won’t. The closet seems very far tonight. The belt is extra heavy.
    I’m shaking when I lay it on the sofa next to him. He still doesn’t look at me. I know what comes next. I undress in front of him and put my hands behind my back. My eyes are dry from staring at him for so long, not blinking. My lips are dry from breathing quick, shallow breaths, all my spit gone, my throat scratchy and working overtime swallowing. I can do nothing but stand waiting for him.
    And he takes his time. Not even looking at me. I forget about all my discomforts…how my arms feel numb from squeezing them behind my back, my stomach muscles hurt from holding them in the way he taught me…I can only think…please, look at me!
     
     

Chapter 7 HIM
    I went for a run when I got home. I had to do something to work off this steam. I didn’t call or text her this afternoon. My anger was too fresh. And I wanted to give her time to really think about what she did…and what she has coming.
    The run helped. I’m more level-headed again. Waiting for Lucy to arrive, I even smile. I’ve waited for this night for some time.
    I knew that starting with a spanking wasn’t the right way with her. She would have been overwhelmed with all the demands of a regimented punishment like this. She would have been unable to follow all my instructions at one time. And a spanking is a very special form of punishment. I needed her head to be in the right place for this.
    Slapping her was enough the first time. She understood that her body was no longer hers. She’s mine and I’ll do as I please with her.
    I’ve trained her in how to take a more rigid…more strenuous…punishment. She’s come so far in her level of submission, her eagerness to please. She knows what is expected of her now. And I look forward to giving her a first spanking.
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    I stand up, making Lucy take a step back, eyes wide. I take the belt with me. Her eyes follow my every movement, the fear pulsing off of her.
    "Follow." I can hear her bare feet behind me as I walk into the bedroom, not turning around.
    I stop next to the closet wall. "Face the wall." She immediately does.
    I stand behind her. "Head up." She obeys, jolting her chin high. "Put your hands on the wall, flat." She does. "A little farther apart...shoulder length." She's going to need the support, I smile to myself. "Now bring your legs back two steps, bottom up." From this angle, her back is arched, muscles tensing in her arms. She's beautiful. Her bottom offered to me. "Good girl. This is how you will stand when you receive a spanking with the belt."
    She whimpers a quiet, "Yes, Sir." I know the humiliation of standing this way, waiting for her punishment is torturing her...and I like making her wait.
    "You won't move from this position. If you move, I will start your punishment over. Do you understand me?"
    "Yes, Sir." It's a little stronger this time, a pleading to get started...to finish.
    I rub my hand down her back, her whole body convulses. This being her first spanking, I want to see how she reacts, how her body responds before starting.
    With my left hand, I smack only one cheek, towards the bottom. Not too hard. She cries out though, more from shock. I smile and smack the other cheek, higher up, less of a cry, less shocked. The slight pinkness fades quickly. Good. I don't want to bruise her...not on this first spanking.
    A spanking is special...so controlled; I