I glanced at my phone and it was seven minutes after 12 o'clock.
Damn, I mumbled to myself. I was late checking in.
"Come on y'all." My dogs came to my feet and we walked back inside.
I cracked open my laptop, logged on to the internet and began typing my message.
"CHECKING IN SIR"
"YOU'RE LATE."
"SORRY."
"NO EXCUSES."
"YES SIR."
Even though the thought of my Dom's firm hand spanking my butt sent chills up my spine, I looked forward to the moment.
"BE AT THE PARK AT 1:30."
"YES SIR."
***
Instead of going to the park, I decided to meet my Dom at the library. As I approached the parking lot, I dialed his number and hit 'Send.'
"Hello," he answered on the third ring.
The sound of his voice, put a smile on my face.
"Hey."
"Where are you?"
"I'm at the library."
"I told you to come to the park."
"But I wanted to meet at the library instead."
"I'm on my way."
The call ended. A few minutes later, my Dom pulled up in his truck, stopping a few inches short of where I was standing on the curb. I walked around to the passenger's side of his truck, opened the door, and eased inside.
My Dom shot me a promising look that reminded me of my impending punishment. The smile on my face was snatched by fear.
"Where are we going," my Dom questioned.
"To the post office."
"Where is it?"
"You can turn right here," I whispered to my Dom. His eyes scanned my legs and stopped at my foot. It was tapping the floor
"You ok babygirl?"
"Yes sir."
"You're nervous about your spanking."
"Yes a little bit."
"What about your spanking makes you nervous?"
"Well I don't want to get spanked."
"Who's fault is it that you're getting spanked?
"I don't know."
"You were late checking in this morning and afternoon - 56 minutes to be exact. So who's fault is it that you're getting punished?"
"It's my fault sir."
"Good girl."
"Which street are we turning on?"
"You can make a left right here."
After about 15 minutes of weaving through Atlanta traffic, we pulled up into the parking lot of the post office.
"Before you come out of the post office, I want you to rethink this relationship and decide if it's right for you."
"Yes sir."
I jumped out of my Dom's truck and walked inside. When I opened the door to my mailbox, it was jam packed with books, letters, and other business correspondence. I shut the door to my P.O. Box and began thumbing through my mail thinking of my Dom's last words.
Was this the type of relationship I wanted? As much as I wanted to stand there and go through the motions, my mind was already made up. I walked through the doors of the Post Office and got back inside my Dom's truck.
"So..." My Dom looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
I was still holding an armful of mail.
"Have you made up your mind?"
"Yes sir. I want to be with you."
"Oook" The tone of my Dom's voice sent an awkward feeling through my body.
...to be continued (keep reading)
Copyright 2014 Danielle Leach All Rights Reserved
Damn, I mumbled to myself. I was late checking in.
"Come on y'all." My dogs came to my feet and we walked back inside.
I cracked open my laptop, logged on to the internet and began typing my message.
"CHECKING IN SIR"
"YOU'RE LATE."
"SORRY."
"NO EXCUSES."
"YES SIR."
Even though the thought of my Dom's firm hand spanking my butt sent chills up my spine, I looked forward to the moment.
"BE AT THE PARK AT 1:30."
"YES SIR."
***
Instead of going to the park, I decided to meet my Dom at the library. As I approached the parking lot, I dialed his number and hit 'Send.'
"Hello," he answered on the third ring.
The sound of his voice, put a smile on my face.
"Hey."
"Where are you?"
"I'm at the library."
"I told you to come to the park."
"But I wanted to meet at the library instead."
"I'm on my way."
The call ended. A few minutes later, my Dom pulled up in his truck, stopping a few inches short of where I was standing on the curb. I walked around to the passenger's side of his truck, opened the door, and eased inside.
My Dom shot me a promising look that reminded me of my impending punishment. The smile on my face was snatched by fear.
"Where are we going," my Dom questioned.
"To the post office."
"Where is it?"
"You can turn right here," I whispered to my Dom. His eyes scanned my legs and stopped at my foot. It was tapping the floor
"You ok babygirl?"
"Yes sir."
"You're nervous about your spanking."
"Yes a little bit."
"What about your spanking makes you nervous?"
"Well I don't want to get spanked."
"Who's fault is it that you're getting spanked?
"I don't know."
"You were late checking in this morning and afternoon - 56 minutes to be exact. So who's fault is it that you're getting punished?"
"It's my fault sir."
"Good girl."
"Which street are we turning on?"
"You can make a left right here."
After about 15 minutes of weaving through Atlanta traffic, we pulled up into the parking lot of the post office.
"Before you come out of the post office, I want you to rethink this relationship and decide if it's right for you."
"Yes sir."
I jumped out of my Dom's truck and walked inside. When I opened the door to my mailbox, it was jam packed with books, letters, and other business correspondence. I shut the door to my P.O. Box and began thumbing through my mail thinking of my Dom's last words.
Was this the type of relationship I wanted? As much as I wanted to stand there and go through the motions, my mind was already made up. I walked through the doors of the Post Office and got back inside my Dom's truck.
"So..." My Dom looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
I was still holding an armful of mail.
"Have you made up your mind?"
"Yes sir. I want to be with you."
"Oook" The tone of my Dom's voice sent an awkward feeling through my body.
...to be continued (keep reading)
Copyright 2014 Danielle Leach All Rights Reserved
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