Late for a Date 12

Ron J

It wasn't that she wanted to be that late.

Especially knowing her probable fate.

She pleaded as I wiggled my finger,

But she knew by now not to linger.

When I crooked my finger like that

Followed with a little soft knee pat,

She knew exactly what she was to do

And must immediately follow through.

I had waited an hour or even more,

So she knew what was in store,

As she walked toward me just then

Raising her skirt as I nodded just when.

Dropping her panties to mid thighs

Always make her properly realize,

The embarrassment of her present plight

Even trying to avoid my eye sight.

She waited till I patted my knee again

Then she sprawled her balance to regain.

She shuffled her bottom into place,

So it's sitting right below my face.

I rested my hand on one white cheek

Folding it around the whole peek.

Then I asked her to continue her tale

But to avoid the unnecessary detail.

Only once did she tell of her late woes

Till she found out she got more blows.

After that she learned if she was late

Just to agree to accept her deserved fate.

That's why these days she is contrite

Hoping to keep her spanking light.

With her cute bottom poised in the air

I raise my hand to start spanking there.

I spanked this time till she was crying

And making out like she was dying.

Then I added a last real hard stinger.

Many more tears did that bring  her.

When I let her rise up from my lap

By giving her bottom a gentle tap,

She danced around rubbing her butt

Learning also to keep her mouth shut.

Comments once made, have been found

To lead to her bum getting another round

She was still rubbing her bum with passion

When I hugged her as was my usual fashion.

Then I lifted her in my arms to the couch

She then obediently over my lap did crouch

I opened the cream jar with big scoops

To rub her bum till it stopped making loops.

Once her hot bottom stopped its bounce

I emptied the jar using up till the last ounce.

She then jumped up hugging me close

Asking if she could get another dose

I said "more spanking ok my dear."

No, a cream dose with lots to smear.

She smiled and settled down once again

And soon there was pleasure without pain.

This time when she jumped up for a hug

I gave her hair a gentle little tug

So you better be good the rest of the night

Or i'll spank you again, then say goodnight

She squeezed me in her arms not letting go

I'm sorry you had to spank me to show

That I need to be better about being so late

"other than that" she smiled "haven't I been great"

I had to agree as we cuddled all that night

That she was a darling when in my sight.

But sometimes being alone she was a brat

But a spanking always took care of that. 

The evening passed away all too soon

But we just carried along the same tune.

The music we made had many choruses

But as one together each of us flourishes.