From: Daarriaa@aol.com Date: Mon, 9 Sep 1996 00:50:07 -0400 Subject: Anticipation III This story involves spanking. Please do not read if that is not of interest to you or you are under eighteen. This is the third story in the short story series ěAnticipationî. Each story is 500 words or less. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ANTICIPATION III ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It is over now. We lay tangled in the sheets and pillows scattered by the activities of the last hour. It is dusk out and the air in the room is beginning to cool. I feel the breeze from the window that only a short while ago I watched you approach the house from. How long ago was that? It seems like ages and a million emotions ago. The small paddle is on the floor. It served itís purpose all too well. I contemplate, where will you keep it? Will you want to keep it? Will you need to keep it? I think that if you choose to discard it I shall snatch it up and hide it as a remembrance of this day. Was I wrong to do what I did, I wonder? I shudder with pleasure as I move gently, sliding my body across the sheet and back up against your body. You feel so warm. You bring me comfort, in yet another way I think to myself with a small secret smile. My bottom tingles with delight and I am pleased with the sensation. I rub against your legs. The warm feeling returns to my body again that cool late Fall afternoon. I treasure this moment and will hold it in my heart through the long winter months ahead. Will you have cause to spank me again? This was the first spanking you ever gave me. I sort through my memory of the event and the emotions that fill my head even to this moment. I snuggle still closer to you. Your hand moves softly over my hip and slides down my stomach and anchors me closer yet, into the position I love. How could it have been wrong? I think. When it turned out so wonderfully. Well I suppose I know it was a little wrong to trick you. But you are a clever man and it took a lot of effort, planning and thought to convince you of my guilt. Even if I didnít do it. I smile to myself. I am at peace with my decision. If you find out, then I win again. With happy contented thoughts filling my head I feel myself slip into sleep. I giggle softly as I drift away. I wonder if you will ever know why your silly wife giggles sometimes as she falls to sleep.