The Anticipation of a spanking ...

Here's a little poem that sums up the deliciously dreadful sense of anticipation ...

I stand here in my bedroom with my panties on the floor,
Puddled there around my legs. I know what is in store. (Gulp!)
I have been told, as in the past, to wait here for my whipping.
The whipping's bad enough, of course, but what I hate is stripping
My poor bottom's cold and bare, so I anticipate
The spanking I have coming and I have to stand and wait,
A wait that I don't want to end, for when it ends I know
I'll get that spanking, hard and long, to make my bottom glow.

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In my latest release, A Taste of Loving Discipline, June has messed up and knows she is going to be punished. But Alex makes her wait. How mean is that?!

Here's a little extract:

Alex moved the sofa closer to the fire and they both sat there with a cup of coffee. June was beginning to squirm a little, knowing that they would at some point have to talk about the events of earlier in the day. She cringed at the thought, and harnessed her courage.
“Um … Alex,” she said, somewhat sheepishly.
“Yeah?”
“I'm so sorry.” Damn, but she couldn't keep the little quiver from her voice. “I … I expect you're going to … going to punish me?” There. It was out. She'd said it.
“Yes I know you're sorry, and yes I am going to punish you. But not now.”
“Oh. Why? Because you're still angry with me?”
“No. I'm not angry with you now, and if I were, that would be a very good reason NOT to punish you.”
“Oh,” she said flatly.
“I'm not going to punish you yet because you're too emotional to handle it. You're still upset. I'll wait a couple of days for you to regain your usual equilibrium, and then it will be time.” He paused for a moment, then added, “And of course, the fact that you are going to have to wait for it, will make it all the more interesting for you.” He hid a smile.
“Oh, but that's a bit mean. Can't we do it now? Get it over with?”
“Nope.” He shook his head. Turning towards her, he tilted her chin upwards and stared at her. “Look at you, your eyes are all red and swollen with weeping. What a state you were in. I want you to relax and start to feel better about things.”
“But ...” Her words trailed off.
“But?”
“Are we … are we still ok? Even after what I did?”
He answered her by kissing her lips. A sweet, gentle, reassuring kiss to begin with, and as she clung to him, kissing him back, he pushed her back against the cushion and leaned against her, dipping his hand inside her dressing gown, deftly unbuttoning the top two buttons of her pyjama top so that he had access to her breasts.

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