Gloria paced back and forth. By now, her fury at her girlfriend’s transgressions had faded. “Do you understand, Ana, why I must punish you?” Gloria’s tone was calm but firm.
Ana didn’t move. She looked straight ahead, hands behind her back with her head down. Ana’s pretty, black hair was loose, and it hung like twin curtains, obscuring the young woman’s face.
“Yes, ma’am,” Ana replied. She snuffled back a sob.
“You know that I’m doing this for your own good.” Gloria stopped pacing. She stood in front of her girlfriend. “You’re a grown woman, and yet sometimes you can be so childish.”
Ana didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t a question, and the young, dark-haired woman knew better than to say anything; the wrong words would only make her punishment worse.
“Okay, Ana. Take off your skirt.”
By now, it was a forgone conclusion that Ana would be spanked. She had exhausted all of her excuses, and her tears had done nothing to convince Gloria that she’d learned her lesson. Sighing, Ana slowly slipped off her skirt. Her first impulse was to drop it to the floor, but a quick glance at Gloria convinced her that sloppiness at this point would only add to her punishment. She folded the plaid fabric neatly and placed the skirt on the edge of their bed.
A bright red flush swept through Ana’s face. A bare-bottom spanking was so humiliating! Yet she dutifully hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her silk underthings and slid them to the floor. Bending, Ana picked them up and placed them on top of the skirt. She was naked from the waist down. A sudden shiver caused a wave of goose bumps to rise on her skin. Ana risked another glance at Gloria. There was no forgiveness in her girlfriend’s eyes.
Gloria sat down on the edge of the bed and patted her lap. “It’s time, Ana.” Trembling, Ana inched forward. Gloria held her hand out. “Now, Ana. Dawdling will only make it worse.”
Resigned to her fate, Ana allowed her girlfriend to draw her across her lap. As her feet left the floor, her fear peaked, and a violent shiver ran through her flesh. But in that moment, Ana knew that Gloria was right; she needed this spanking, just as she’d needed every spanking prior. And she would probably earn many more in the future. But it wasn’t punishment that Gloria delivered with those stinging swats. It was love.
As that realization passed through her mind, Ana seemed to melt into Gloria’s lap. A smile quirked her lips, and she snuggled tightly against her girlfriend – bare bottom high and ready.
“Hold on tight, Ana,” Gloria whispered. “This is going to hurt.”
For more of Ana, read Naughty Ana Surfs Where She Shouldn’t