I picked up my phone for the 12th time in 10 minutes and slid my thumb across the screen to unlock it, scrolled briefly and then relocked it. And then tossed it aside again, surely huffing dramatically in the process.
I could see ma’am on the other side of the living room playing a game on her tablet, she had a bit of a gaming problem, not she would ever admit to it. Once in a while her blue eyes would move into my direction and look at me for a moment and then go back to playing. The room around us was silent other than both of our breathing in turn and the occasional car passing by outside. The TV wasn’t on and neither was the radio.
I was so fidgety. I couldn’t seem to stop bouncing my legs up and down or stop the desire to recheck my phone again. Finally, after almost twenty minutes of my fidgeting, Ma’am broke the silence, her voice firm, but caring as always, “Little bit, what is wrong?”
Her voice alone sent shivers down my spine, my voice quivered as I spoke, “Nothing ma’am, sorry, I’ll try to stop fidgeting so much.” I felt bad that I was fidgeting enough for her to notice. It was childish really.
Ma’am put her tablet down and gave me a hard look, “Little bit, I asked you a question and I expect you to answer me.”
I found the floor more interesting, as I chewed my lip, trying to find an excuse to tell her. How could I put into words everything I was feeling at this moment? I had recently started topping more than more person full time and it was draining to say to least. I enjoyed it I did, and it was fulfilling, however, many days I felt like I was responsible for more than ones person’s life when I didn’t even have mine together really. I was craving submission under my Top. I needed the roles we had grown accustomed too. Not in the sense of a spanking really, but in the doing as you are told because I tell you to and that is what is best for you type way.
Apparently, I had wandered around in my thoughts too long, as I was brought back into the here and now when Ma’am cleared her throat. I looked up at her and saw the look. The look that caused me another set of shivers. Picking up my phone again I spun it in my hand before murmuring, “I need to submit…”
Ma’am watched me carefully for several moments before crooking her finger at me indicating for me to come to her, which caused my stomach to drop a bit with dread. Reluctantly, I did as asked and crossed the room to stand in front of her not daring to meet her eyes.
“Look at me, little bit.” Ma’am voice was now firm, but loving. I slowly brought my eyes to look up at her when I did she reached for my hand before gently asking me, “Are you needing a trip over my knee, little bit?”
I chewed on my lip for a few moments before I was able to mumble out a few unintelligible words. I didn’t honestly know what to tell her. I sincerely didn’t want a spanking, I just wasn’t in the mood or frame of mind, but at the same time, I wanted to give up control for a little while. I wanted to be Topped, but without a sore bottom tomorrow!
Ma’am squeezed my hands before letting them go and leaning back in her chair, “Go get the brush off my dresser, little bit.”
My eyes widened at her words! I hated the brush with a passion. I hadn’t done anything wrong! And she was going to paddle me with the hairbrush! The damn thing would leave marks with just a light swat.
“Ma’am, please, not that!”
“Little bit, go get my brush and bring it to me.”
I already could feel tears in my eyes as Ma’am and I just stared at each other. I really wanted to her to say she was joking and I didn’t have to go get the brush. We were like that for several long moments in many ways I knew ma’am was telling me she had all night that she could wait until I was ready.
As a few tears fell ma’am spoke again this time much gentler, “Trust me little bit.”
I swiped away the tears before turning to leave the room. Every step I took felt like I was walking closer to my backsides own doom. I could feel Ma’am watching me until I disappeared from her sight.
As I looked at the brush resting on the dresser I felt every muscle in my backside clench in dread. I really didn’t want a spanking with the brush. It would hurt deep in the muscle for several days if not longer depending on how it was used.
Picking it up with just two fingers I slowly walked back into the living room, to find that ma’am was no longer in her chair, but in the middle of the couch. I stood in front of her a little further away than I normally would, causing a small smile to spread across her face.
Holding out her strong hand Ma’am ordered, “Hand me the brush, little bit.”
I just shook my head ‘no’ there was no way I could do that! My stomach was in knots and I wanted to start crying again. I didn’t want to do what was asked. It was no fair being spanked for nothing!
“Little bit, hand me my brush.” Her voice had become firm again, she was trying to get through to me I knew, however, my brain and heart didn’t want to agree. However, when she narrowed her eyes at me I stepped forward placing the brush in her hand, I didn’t want to push and give her a real reason to punish me.
“Thank you, little bit. Now I need you to take down your jeans and panties and put yourself over my knee.”
I was shocked, to say the least! She never made me do that she would always bare me and pull me across her knee herself. Now, I really did start crying! I was completely dreading this! It had been a long time since I got a spanking for being naughty! But apparently, that was about to change.
However, I was resigned to the fact that I was about to get my butt busted with her brush. I fumbled with the button on my jeans finally getting them down to my knees before closing my eyes and pulling down my panties as well.
I moved closer to her and began to bend over her lap or more really controlled falling over her lap. She caught me guiding me into place. It was much easier when she did it for me! She helped me settle into position with my body resting on the couch, holding a pillow close as I continued to gently cry.
Before she could even touch me I found myself begging her not to spank me, promising that I didn’t do anything wrong. I felt her hand rub soothing circles on my bottom and back. Several minutes of this passed. Finally, I could hear her speaking to me, “I am very proud of you, little bit.”
I cried into the pillow a bit harder, but asked her, “B-but why m-ma’am?”
She continued to run soothing patterns across my back and bottom both as she spoke to me, “What you did just now, was complete submission. You did several things you absolutely didn’t want to do because you were told to.”
I just nodded my head and tried to think of something else before she told me, “Relax, little bit, it is all okay. You are okay. I have you. I have never hurt you have I?”
My voice broke as I cried out, “But you-your gonna spank me!” I just wanted to crawl up into her lap and hug her tight at this point. I was so desperate to be in her arms and out of this position I sincerely thought about getting up without her permission.
“That’s not for you to worry about, little bit. Just trust me.” I nodded again and started to breathe deeper and just focus on her calming touch. Soon my heart was a lot calmer and I was no longer crying.
I was rewarded soon when she raised her hand bringing it down in a soft swat on my bottom, “Good girl, you relax. I’m in charge here.”
Soon the first swat was followed by a second, then a third. She wasn’t spanking hard at all, but just creating a warm tingly sensation in my bottom. It was rather pleasant actually. I closed my eyes and sank further over her lap as she continued to warm my backside with a slow steady spank of her hand while stopping to rub some of the sting out between sets of spanks.
Quickly I was completely relaxed and warm over Ma’am’s knee as she continued to praise my behavior and talk to me about everything that had been going on recently. When I was just warm enough she helped me up, righted my clothes and pulled me to sit on her lap in her arms.
“That’s my good girl. I have you right here. I love you little bit. I am so proud of you.”
I laid my head on her shoulder and whispered back to her, “I love you too Ma’am, thank you.”
She kissed the top of my head as I closed my eyes feeling loved, cared for and completely hers.