From: misslilyo@aol.com (MissLilyO)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Hurry Home!
Date: 1 Aug 1995 11:53:45 -0400

Hope you like this one...

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HURRY HOME!

He left her a note.  "I've had enough of your sassy mouth, young
lady.  Be prepared for a hard spanking when you get home.  Your
punishment will commence at exactly 6 p.m.  Don't be late or
you'll regret it."

It caused her stomach to tighten in expectation.  She wished she
could talk to him, but knew he had left long before her for his
office.  As she dressed quickly to leave for work herself, she
thought about all the impudent things she'd said to him, pushing
the limits a little.  Had she done it on purpose?  She knew the
consequences for her razor tongue, yet she'd plunged on, teasing
and snapping and baiting him.

All day she went through the motions at the busy cafe where she
waited tables, automatically pouring coffee, pasting her
"customer smile" on and greeting the regulars who frequented the
popular lunch spot.  Several times, the owner, Marge, asked if
she were okay.  "Oh yes," was her reply.  "I'm just fine,
Marge.   I just have a lot to do this afternoon because I have
to hurry home by 6."  Concerned about the bright flush on
Sunny's pretty face and the far-away look in her eye, Marge
finally sent her home an hour early, claiming the crowd had
thinned enough that she could easily handle the stragglers.

Gratefully, she grabbed her sweater and rushed out.  She wanted
everything to be just right when he came to her.  Martinelli's
was having a lingerie sale, and she stopped and spent a tiny
fortune on an even tinier pair of pale pink panties and a
matching bra.  Would he spank her bare, she wondered?  Would he
love pulling these naughty panties down to her knees?  Would he
make her take off her bra?  Would he appreciate the way her
breasts were lifted almost as an offering to him?  Hurry! she
told her self.

Candles!  Perhaps the mood would be heightened by scented
candles.  She chose dark blue bayberry, and found some
potpourrie for her scentpot in the same fragrance.  Oh!
Fragrance!  She splurged and got a new bottle of her favorite
cologne and some dusting powder.

Her last stop was for a bottle of wine.  She didn't know much
about wine, but he'd mentioned this one and she hoped he'd be
pleased.  Oh God!  There were different years?  Which one would
he like?  He'll think I'm dumb, she thought frantically.  The
salesman recommended the 93, and she prayed he had good taste!

It was 5:20 and the traffic was moving with glacial speed.
Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel she tried not to
think too closely about the spanking she was to receive.  Would
he spank her over his knees?  Would he use his hand?  Surely he
wouldn't choose a cane or something more severe?  Had she really
angered him?  Her heart felt fluttery and she was surprised to
realize she was soaking wet.

When she finally streaked into the driveway and gathered up her
purchases, it was 5:30.  Frantically she raced into the house,
showered hurriedly, shaving carefully, reminded that he liked a
bare pussy.  At last scented and dusted and brushed, glowing
with her natural beauty and the excitement he aroused in her,
she lit the candles and let their heady fragrance fill the
room.  Soft background music that enticed without intruding
floated in the air, and she opened the wine.

At precisely 6:00, true to his word, he came to her, ready to
administer the spanking she'd clearly been asking for.  His
words scrolled on her computer screen:  "Hello, Sunnygrl, are
you ready for your punishment?  Please come over here and stand
next to me, for I'm going to have to pull your panties down
and...."

END



Lily O'Valley (MissLilyO@aol.com)