Anticipation by Daria Little

"Anticipation" by Daria Little

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From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (MS DARIA LITTLE)
Date: Tue,  6 Aug 1996 21:20:15, -0500
Subject: SSC: Anticipation
Anticipation
I feel the cool sheets on the bed through my tan [[silk]] pajamas and I move my bottom just a bit to the right and then the left enjoying the sensation. I know that soon, very soon cool feelings and my bottom will have nothing in common.

It wasnít my fault, not at all. Iím not to blame. I feel a chill of righteous indignation run down my spine at the thought of the unfairness of the whole thing and that I am to be so unjustly punished, it just isnít right.

I know you will be home soon and my ears strain for the sounds of your car pulling into the drive way that will signal the begin of the count down to my spanking. I feel the knot in my stomach and my knees are weak, my whole body trembles in nervous anticipation of your return.

It could have happened to anybody and surely you could see that. I wasnít all to blame. Iím only human and the temptation was too much, more than I should be expected to resist.

ìFor my own goodî you said on the phone, as you laid out the situation and asked for my explanation, and no matter how I tried, my tongue and brain would not connect into a credible version of the events that you would accept.

Now I stand up and go to the window as I hear your car pull in the drive way, I stand behind the curtain so you wonít see me. My heart thrills to the sight of you and at the same time I fear what might be in your brief case. With out fully realizing it, I rub my bottom through the [[silk]] pajamas as I try and prepare myself for what is coming.

It was my fault. I know that now, I made the choice, I did it and I am embarrassed and sorry for what I have done and want to be forgiven and if that means a spanking from the one that I love so very much well then, so be it.

I will take my punishment and love you the more for it, as your loyal devoted wife.

It will hurt, I know, that but if it brings your forgiveness, then it will be a sweet pain and I will embrace it.

You are coming up the steps, I can hear you. My mind fills with conflicting thoughts, should I wait for you by the door? Should I stand by the bed? What will you want me to do? What does my husband expect of his wife about to receive her first spanking from him?

As I see the door knob turn, I know I am about to find out.

Please be understanding. I love you. And my heart is breaking at having disappointed you.

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From: Daarriaa@aol.com
Date: Sat, 7 Sep 1996 17:24:23 -0400
Subject: Anticipation # 2


This story involves spanking. Please donít read if that is not of interest to
you.


This is a follow up to one of my short story entries for the summer contest.
I wish it had occurred to me before the contest closed. (Oh well. I hope you
enjoy it.)

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                ANTICIPATION   II
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I hold my hands at my side, my fingers tremble slightly with nervous
anticipation of your entry into the room. My hands move to my backside and
with palms out as if to protect it from what is to come. I turn my hands now
and place my palms on my bottom and feel the same soft area that you will
soon be spanking.

The door opens, your face is stern, but I can read the love in your eyes. A
nod from you, a glance and I know what is expected.  I can sense your
thoughts and am eager to comply with your wishes. I know what is in store for
me and it is only your love and affection that makes it bearable.

As you sit on the end of the bed I approach you. Your lap is open and waits
for me to place myself across your knee for your loving discipline. I hang my
head in acknowledgment of my foolishness that earned me this corrective
action. Placing my fingers in my [[silk]] pajama bottoms I slowly lower them to
below my bottom and look down as they slid to the floor, leaving me to do the
only thing I can. I place my self obediently across your lap. I am at your
mercy and subject to your wishes. The thought both scares and thrills me.  I
know you will be [[fair]] and that I must pay for my errors. I know it will hurt
and that it must. I know in my heart that I will rise a better, more careful
wife and for that I can only love you all the more.

You arm grips me firmly, I am held in place and resistance is impossible. I
would not, will not resist. How could I resist your devotion and caring? I
believe this is done with all the tenderness in your heart that it is
possible for one person to have for another. 

It does sting, and my will is tested. I cry and kick my feet and sob out my
requests for forgiveness. It is only after I think the lesson has been long
learned that you are satisfied and the spanking stops.

You hold me in your arms, and I sob on your shoulder. You stroke my hair and
hold me close. I squeeze closer to you. Your hand pats my bottom gently and
rubs away the sting. You speak to me softly and with gentle words that calm
me and my crying subsides. I grip you with both arms and hold you still
tighter, I will never let you go. I love you.

We slide onto the bed. The punishment is over. It is time for rewards and for
me to show my gratitude to you, my adored.

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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 ìAnticipationî. Each story
is 500 words or less.

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                ANTICIPATION  III
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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.

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