You stand there with your hands behind your back, looking down at me as I kneel meekly at your feet. Before I bow my head in shame, I look you over. You are in your black Armani suit, a perfectly crisp white shirt and a black tie completing the look that turns me on the most.
Your authoritative stance and angry face make me slightly scared of you yet I'm so turned on at the same time. I can guess what your holding in your hands behind your back and I haven't seen it yet.
I can feel how mad you are at me and you haven't even said a word. Maybe it's the guilt and regret I feel which is making it worse.
We stay like this for a while, this is punishment. You know how much I hate silence. You know I can't stand it yet you are forcing me into the speechlessness as I won't utter a word or even move an inch. I know deep down I deserve this so I suffer the quiet.
You don't move and I can’t even see your chest moving with your breathing although I can just hear. I yearn to speak out the questions that are in my head as to what I did and why I gave in to the attention I was getting.
Finally, a word passes your lips. 'Position.'
I quickly get into the punishment position. I have only done this a few times before but it's not something you easily forget. I get on to all fours with my head down and my bare arse up high. I close my eyes and breathe deeply but gently in order to calm down. My breasts hang down and I know my nipples are rock hard as they hang. I'm sure there is a slight shine of moisture on my pussy lips as my body gets excited but my mind gets ready for the pain.
There is silence again, no sounds, not even your breathing. I wonder if you are still there or have left me.
That thought dissipates quickly when I hear the whoosh and feel the sting on my bum cheeks.