Elle and Angie, Elle's in charge now, pt 1

[otkgirl]

Okay, before we get started, something to say here. I have been
cyber playing with sweet Elle for some time now, and have a whole
bunch of stories out there, where I am spanking (and doing other
things! ) to her sweet little butt.

Except, that in rl, I am a spankee, not a spanker. And Miss Elle,
despite being a lot younger, well, is very topish.

And we have, during our cyber play, reverted back to our true
natures.

This is my first public post with Miss Elle in charge...
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I feel her come up behind me, while I'm standing there, quietly hands
folded in front of me, in my corner.

I can feel her presence, the warmth of her body, smell the scent that
is her, the combination of perfume, her skin, her hair...

And she comes up Very close, just a whisper touch away, and I
shiver. I know I'm in trouble, but I want to turn, to beg
forgiveness, to say I'm sorry, that it will never happen again, to
please forgive me, and most of all I want to plead with her not to
spank me!

But I don't do any of that.

Because as much as I am afraid and a big coward about what is to
come, I know I was in the wrong. And trying to get out of it now,
wouldn't be right...

"If you had simply done as you were supposed to," she breathes in my
ear, "this wouldn't be needed, would it dear?"

"No ma'am..."

"You could be enjoying a very naughty good girl spanking right now,
couldn't you? With me touching and teasing and playing ALL over down
there. And Angela Lynn, I HAD so wanted to do that, but I can't now.
Because SOMEONE earned herself a very good old fashioned spanking,
didn't she?"

I shiver, because I know that besides paying for my mistake, I'm
going to be paying for messing up our night....

"Take off your skirt, now..."

And I do, reaching back, unzipping it, a simple straight grey sheath,
with the walking slit in back fitted over my hips, and then
tapering. She says she likes the way my bottom looks in it. But
right now, it's snug, and I have to wriggle a bit to get it down, and
I don't feel sexy, knowing what is coming, just embarrassed...

I step out of it, and straighten, only to feel several Very hard
slaps to my thighs!

I squeal, I dance, but don't really move that much...

"Is that how you are supposed to leave your clothes, young lady?"

And her use of 'young lady', given our age differences, makes me
blush and squirm as it always does...

"N-no ma'am, it isn't."

And I bend to pick it up but am captured under her arm before I can
rise, and her hand falls quickly and hard, on my outthrust very plump
bottom, on my pantyhose, and the blue lace nylon bikinis beneath...

My squeals turn to sniffles, before she stops, and releases me, and I
gather up the skirt, carefully fold it, and put it over the back of
the nearby chair.

"That," she informs me, "doesn't count towards your other
spanking.... Now we are going to start with you over my lap, and the
brush I think. Run along like a good girl, and get it for me. MY
brush, the one in the bedroom..."

And sobbing, because it was the strictest of the brushes we had, I
ran off, bottom wobbling slightly in its pantyhose and panty
confines, blouse not covering more than the upper half, my mind
focusing on the words ' to start....'


with love to Elle,

her Angie