I was at the airport, waiting for her. After many conversations with her, I was finally going to meet Abeela, the sweet Egyptian girl I had been talking to online. I already discussed so much I wanted to do to her, and yet I still had a few surprises in store for her!

I was outside waiting for her to come out; she had texted me which door she would be coming out from, and I was waiting, so excited to see if she was as pretty as she was in her pictures. After scanning many faces, I finally saw her: an Arabian beauty coming out with her luggage, 5'3" and about 130 lbs, walking in the gorgeous purple dress and black hijab I requested she wear. I was filled with excitement but maintained my cool. This would be the greatest week of my life.

I walked over to her and said, "Hey cutie!" eyeing her up and down. She had such a lovely body, so beautifully concealed in her modest yet stunning dress.

She flashed me the most adorable smile. "Hello, Sir," she said with the most precious-sounding voice. So wonderfully said with such respect and casual submission.

I pulled her in for a hug, resisting the urge to rip off her clothes and spank her right there. She blushed but hugged back. I said quietly in her ear, "I will give you the most mind-blowing experience of your life!" She blushed harder and stayed silent. I took her luggage in one hand and her wrist in the other and brought her to my car. "I hope you remembered to pack everything I told you to." I said with a cocky grin.

"Oh yes, of course, sir!" she said, stammering a little.

We got in the front and started driving to my place. She looked out the window, looking a little nervous; just what I expected. "You somehow look even better in real life than you do in your pictures. Good job remembering to wear the dress from your profile," I said while keeping my eyes on the road.

"As you ordered, sir," she said, looking over at me with an adorable smile.

We reached a red light, and I looked over to her. "I'm curious, are you wearing what else I told you to wear?" I said with a curious expression.

She hesitated but understood what I meant. "Yes, sir."

"Can you show me?"

"As you wish, sir," she said, blushing, while she lifted up the front of her dress and spread her legs, giving me a peek at the pink panties I told her to wear.

"Good girl!" She blushed harder but smiled.

"Thank you, sir."

We pulled up to my place; I brought in her luggage and had her sit on the couch. The time was finally here. I had an absolutely gorgeous and obedient Arabian girl sitting on my couch in her stunning dress and beautiful hijab. It was finally time to take full control.

"Alright, Abeela, it is finally time." She looked at me with a look of pure excitement.

"Yes sir."

"For the next week you are completely obedient to me."

"Yes sir."

"You will do everything I say."

"Yes sir."

"You will accept your punishments as I see fit."

"Yes sir."

"You give up all control of yourself."

"Yes sir."

Who is in charge here?

"You are, sir."

"Who makes the rules here?"

"You do, sir."

"Stand up," I commanded.

She obeyed.

"Sit down."

She did exactly as I said.

"Good girl."

I looked at her sitting there, completely silent and just looking at me. So many fantasies were in my head, but I knew I had to start small and basic.

"Go to the corner and put your hands on your head." She went to the corner and did exactly as I ordered. I watched her in the corner for a while, her beautiful hands resting on her hijab. She looked so insanely precious. There was so much I could do with her, and she would love every second of it. She was so perfect and obedient. Her dress completely hid even the shape of her bottom. I was so excited to see her gorgeous, brown, Arabian butt. I took a seat on the couch.

"Abeela, come over my lap; I am going to give you a little taste of what your week will consist of."

She excitedly came over. We had both been looking forward to this for so long. She draped herself over my lap in a way that was all too familiar to her. There it was, the bottom I had been waiting so long to get my hands on. I waited for a minute as she lay on my lap. I adjusted her a little so her bottom would be in the perfect position for me to spank it. I took a moment to just enjoy her being across my lap. I slowly placed my hand on top of her dress-covered bottom. Soon enough I would see her bare Arabian ass in all its glory. I savored every second of this.

I lifted up my hand and gave a few light swats on her bottom over her dress. This was just to get a feel for the motion. Any real spanking would be done on her bare bottom. It was such a pretty dress but I knew she would be prettier without it.

"Abeela, I am going to flip up your dress now."

"Yes sir."

I was savoring this for far too long. It was time to see this legendary, tough, and beautiful bottom for myself. I grabbed the bottom of her dress and slowly lifted it up. Her gorgeous brown legs came into view as I brought them further up. There was her beautiful Arabian bottom covered in a stunning pair of pink panties that contrasted so well with her brown skin.

"Abeela, your bottom is absolutely incredible. It will be an absolute pleasure to see these brown cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink!"

She wiggled a little in my lap. "Thank you, sir."

I lifted my hand up high. "Ready?"

"Yes sir!"

I brought my hand down on her panty-covered bottom. It jiggled so nicely as I brought down spank after spank.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I did it with a nice rhythm as I alternated between her two lovely cheeks. The sound of my hand hitting her bottom was more beautiful than I ever imagined. I kept up the spanking for a good few minutes. She moved a little in my lap but could easily handle this. I spanked a little harder and her panties started to ride a little in her crack, baring more of her beautiful Egyptian ass.

"Stand up!" I commanded her, and she hurried to obey.

"It is time for your proper bare-bottom spanking. Your cheeks have gotten a little pink, but I will now finish the job. Remove your dress and put it aside."

She did exactly as I said. She stood before me looking absolutely stunning in just her bra, panties, and hijab. I motioned her closer, and she obliged. I stuck my fingers in her panties and peeled them down to her knees.

"Back over my lap." She came over, showing me her bare brown bottom in its full glory. It was the most perfect bottom I had ever seen.

"Your bottom is just perfect, Abeela." She thanked me and blushed. It was time to see these brown cheeks turn fully pink.

I rained down smacks all over her adorable Arabian ass. I spanked her harder than before, making her squirm and wiggle a little.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACCCKKK!

The spanking got harder and harder. I spanked her passionately, wanting to see her really squirm over my lap.

"Hold still!" I commanded her, knowing she would not be able to resist the urge to wiggle. As the spanking got harder, she let out little yelps and moans and squirmed in my lap. The feeling of her body wiggling over my lap was incredible. Her brown cheeks were finally turning pink.

SMACCKKK! SMACCKK! SMACKK! SMACCKK! SMACCKK!

She finally let out a cry.

"Ouch!"

I kept up the spanking till she let out gasps and yelps from each smack. After a few final hits I stopped the spanking and started stroking her lovely bum.

"This was just a taste of what this week will be like. You handled this well, and I expect you to handle everything I throw at you this week."

"Yes sir."

"You are now going to go to the corner, hands on head, nose touching wall, bottom out and exposed. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Absolutely no rubbing."

"Yes, sir."

"You will stand there still, till I tell you that you can come out. No matter how long that is."

"Yes sir."

I let her go, and she did exactly as I said. I watched her stand in the corner. Her panties had fallen to her ankles; she had nothing on but a bra and a hijab.

Ten minutes in, I undid her bra so she would be standing in nothing but a hijab. She looked so beautiful with her pink bottom on display. All her next spankings would be so much harder than this. I had a whole week planned out.

I left her in the corner for a half hour. I then pulled her out, gave her a kiss on the forehead over her hijab, and brought her to the room she would be sleeping in. I told her to go to sleep. She went to the bed and lay down on her stomach.

"Good night, cutie."

"Good night, sir."

I turned out the lights and went and sat down on the couch. We still had nearly a full week left ahead of us, and I was going to use every second of it.