Late for a date  part 2

As time went by, you forget the last late date
And again started to press to almost being late
I reminded you that you're starting to toy with fate
And don't let it happen again by making me wait

Well tonight I'm here, waiting now for you to show
I'm muttering now whether it is to be a spanking to go
But then again that would just make us even more late.
I decide for a quick one now then the rest after our date.

When you finally arrive and come running in the door
I quickly grab you and pull your clothes to the floor.
With you panties and jean removed from the scene
Over my knee you go, then I ask, "where have you been?"

You answer something that doesn't ring quite true
So I inform you after the game a full spanking is due
But now getting a quick hard one on the bare bum
Then my trusty strap later its what's going to come

I then begin to spank your bottom with full force
Controlling your wiggling as a matter of course.
Not until you are crying openly and say you're sorry
Do I end the spanking, with a last round of glory.

You jump, you dance, hop all around the living room
With your pants at your ankles, but your bum is in bloom.
Your red bum is literally glowing as you hop up and down
"Ok, enough, lets get going right now" as I start to frown

I get up and hold you in place with my one hand,
While yanking up your panties by the waistband
Wrestling them and your jean up over your rear.
I finally clasp them in place holding you near

I stare at you sternly, right into you tearful eyes.
"Get going unless you need a few across your thighs"
I swing you along with me, up the street to meet the train
Just walking along side, seems for your butt, a lot of strain

As we enter the main station and run for the subway car,
You plead with me openly, "Do we have to go this far."
The hard spanking you just gave me, was quite enough
I know, now not to be late again or you will be very tough.

I tell you, as we get a seat on the train, by whispering in your ear
That you're getting a spanking after the ball game, just wait my dear
So as you squirm even more trying to sit on you freshly spanked rump,
You hope the subway car ride is very smooth and we don't hit a bump.

As we finally get to the game squeezing along a row to our seats,
You yell out from the contact and one of the fans spills all his eats
He glares at you sharply, looking on the floor at all his tasty treats.
Then looks at me then to you till your gaze meets his and then retreats.

I hand him a twenty and tell him I hope that take care of the mess
We finally sit down, but what you bottom contacts I can only guess
You let out another loud yelp, causing all curious eyes, to look our way
Then you face turns as red as your bottom, squirming for a soft spot to stay

Well the game is well under way and an exciting and interesting affair.
You clap often, at everything, always jumping up out of your hard chair.
The guy behind yells out, "lady you got a sore bum? Sit down & Stay."
"Your up and down like a yo-yo. I can't see the around you any which way."

Your face again reddens and you turn around about to give him the finger
When I grab your arm and stare at your strongly, causing you to linger
I whisper again in your ear that you better settle down where here to stay.
If you act up, I'll find a spot to spank you and we'll come back right away

I smile at the fellow behind us, "don't worry she will settle down now."
"Well if she were my friend", he said, "her bum wouldn't be white a snow"
You blush fully, as the surrounding wives just laugh out at his remark
Hiding your face in your hands, like you're not even at this ball park.

The home team loses and walks in the winning run
The whole night out just was not that much fun
We leave with the crowd and go out the main gate
I mention that you will not have much longer to wait.

You shudder as you hear my words as we walk to the train
Then you seem to get smart in your chatter, but calm I remain.
"My dear it's simple, once home, I'm going to smack your bum."
"Any antics from you, means you'll have more strokes to come."

Riding on the subway home you plead with me to forgive you today.
I listen intently at all your suggestions and changes, but all I still say,
"when we get home, I'm going to strap your bum , and that's that"
My repeated answer doesn't deter you, as you still continue to chat

As we walk up the street you really start to drag out the pace
Reaching over, I smack your bum, which cause you an about face
We climb the steps to the door and rush inside to the main room
Then the immediacy of it hits, your long face now etched with gloom

"Well my dear, go to the main bedroom and bring back my strap."
"Hurry, my dear or I'll make your bum into a detailed road map."
With the new conditions set, you find new spring in your legs
But with the strap in your hand, they now shake like their pegs

Okay my dear put the strap on the table and get across my knee
But it seem that you have become fixed to same spot for infinity
Until a hard smack on your bum reminds you, you better comply
Or that strap on the table will give you a lot more reasons to cry

Your last effort at leniency, is for me to just use my hand
As you place yourself in position, as per my latest demand
I reach for the main clasp; you squirm, but do nothing to resist
Because you know the dire consequences should you persist.

Nestling your panties and your trousers down to mid thigh,
I grab your waist firmly, ready for the spanks I will apply
First though, I adjust your whole body to the perfect position.
You seem now to be most compliant, which is quite a transition

I pat your slightly pink bottom a little to test their firmness
Before I bring down my hand with a surprising suddenness
Well I start to spank loudly, cradling each cheek as I spank
A kind gesture, I hope right now, for which you'd like to thank

As I smack your bum to a glorious shade of red
I see that so far not one tear have you even shed
So I up the spanking tempo, to weaken your resolve
And sure enough your resistance starts to dissolve.

As the tears burst out in earnest and you bounce about
I continue to spank your bum, till you start to shout,
With the loud spanks and the "ows" now filling the air.
Your bottoms is very red and were not half way there

When I see a fine crop of blisters developing on your behind
I reach back for the strap from the table, but what do I find
And empty table it seems, you played a little slight of hand
Making the strap disappear at your own personal command

I just ask you politely to hand me back the strap please.
Your reply of "NO WAY" is not putting me at all at ease
"oh! Okay then for now I'll continue to blister your rear."
I spank with a flurry, really hard with the force you fear

Well suddenly like magic, a thought must struck your mind
For suddenly the missing strap, you were now able to find.
You hand it back to me, yelling stop smacking my bum;
However, I don't play along and continue to just act dumb

I ask you to refresh my mind, "what was I going to do next"
The subject, it seems now which has gotten you quite vexed.
But you realize the smacking your getting can continue all night
Then you'll get strap anyway, so there is no gain to continue to fight

You finally meekly yell back, with utter regret in your voice,
For it seems you are now convinced I've left you no choice.
So you ask me, "please Ron strap my bare bottom right away."
I reply slowly, still spanking. Finally leaving my on your bum to stay

"Ok, I will at your request use the strap on you
But do not try tell me what or how many to do."
"Now, back in position and steady yourself, my dear
I feel this strap on your bum is something to fear.

I hear this one stings like being stung by a thousand bees
So that's why I want you firmly set, supported across my knees.
With the thought of the strap about to smack your sore behind,
You break into tears and sob loudly but I give your antics no mind

No my dear those tears won't save your rump from being smacked
I know you too well, nothing will stop your bum from being whacked.
With that said I raise the strap and fling it down with a loud splat
Your legs kick, you trash around so much I tell to that you must stay pat

However, again, with the very next stroke landed to your rear
A white hot mark, then red, again loudly begins to appear.
Now with two deep red stripes defined on your bare backside,
All remnants are gone of your once high and mighty pride.

All that remains for your brain to concentrate on is a sore bum
And thinking of the spanking it has taken, with even more to come.
With a couple more stripes added, to just below the first pair.
Your bottom is never more lovely with the strap marks there

You seem to forget that I got four more lessons to serve
As you try to get up, I say, "You've got less than you deserve."
So getting you back in position, I strap you some more.
From the surprise sting on the thighs, you cry out "what's that for"

Well, my dear, that was for trying to get up before.
I rub your bottom tenderly. It does seem quite sore.
I never want to damage this cute little bum I adore.
You take this kind opportunity to plead "no more"

But your bottom is red, for sure, but not fully ripe,
To help it along, I will just have to add another stripe.
Landing the strap squarely with a loud stinging slap
I can barely hold you, as you bounce over my lap.

The tears really start to flood out, puddling the floor
So I tell you my dear, settle down, you earned one more.
You yell out, "Oh please, I had more than enough.
You don't have to be so hard on me and act tough."

With those comments, I tell you, "you'll get another extra for that"
I'll apply it where your pretty little bum is getting a little too fat
You reply instantly "My bottom is not fat at all, don't say that, Ron."
"Maybe all the spanking has tired you out, your eyes are seeing wrong."

I think you'll regret your comments as soon as I say "that's three."
You shudder now, realizing, how much extra sting your bum will see.
You start to plead again to me over and over "please just use your hand."
Ron, I'm not sure how much more of that black leather strap I can stand

Well my dear, "you should have thought of that before your comment"
"Now its just a situation you, yourself created that you will have to
Lament."
"Enough with chatter, my dear, you've still got three more strokes to come."
And they are all going to be applied very hard right across your bare bum

Gathering the strap up, firmly I deliver another blistering stroke
Just to let you know that the current back talk is to me, no joke
You yell and burst into fresh tears, thrusting back your free hand
"Move your hand out of the way immediately", I loudly demand.

As your hand move out of the way, I deliver another with snap.
I wrestle with you after impact from jumping all over my lap.
Gripping you tightly, I land one last strap blow to your pulsing behind
Then let you jump up off my knee, to find what solace you alone can find

You rub, you dance, you jump all around the room holding your rear.
After a few minutes, I say, "ok, grab a jar of cream and come over here!"
I lie you down on the couch and start to massage in the white cream,
Until you seem to relax totally happy, as if lost in a wonderful dream

I give your bottom, a thorough rubbing and a deep loving massage
To make the pain you have suffered earlier, just seem like a mirage.
The redness and warmth, along with a crop of blisters in full bloom
Are the only remnants left of as we walk out from the main room.

As we enter the bedroom you literal drag me to the bed and hold me tight.
We just lay there nestled closely for a long time into the darkness of night
Your soft kisses bless my cheeks. Your warm smile lighting up my being.
My heart feels the moment of tenderness from all the love that I am seeing

For you know that I care deeply for you and have your best interest in mind
Because the truth of course is, you love it, when I am smacking your behind.
For what we do together is real in our lives, based from the events of the
Day
But always unsaid is that I have always had your permission in how we play.

Our love is very deep and profound and we view life together as one
For without each other, our existence would in our minds be done.
So with the unspoken silence of the true love that we tenderly share
I just whisper a few sweet words into your ear "if you're late, beware"

Ron