waiting...

I am sitting here (not in a good mood mind you) waiting for a friend to come over and administer a long overdue strapping. As he puts it......... I have had this coming for way too long and a mere spanking will not suffice. No warmp-up over the knee for me today. I am going to be "leathered" and "leathered but good" (again as he puts it).

I am sitting in my armchair as I have been told to do with my my pants and panties already around my ankles so I am well aware of what is imminent. I have been here for almost and hour. I really can't stand sitting here but know things will be worse for me if I try to get up or move. He will know. I cannot lie to him. I have started to squirm and the chair fabric is very scratchy on my naked butt. I want it to be over. I do not care for the belt. I cannot be still and it doesn't always land where he intends it to (my fault!) and then I am marked.

I can hear the clock ticking and my neighbors coming and going down below. My windows are open which means I will HAVE to stay quiet or they will hear. Who am I kidding??? They will know before the 4th or 5th stroke that I am getting my rear end blistered. I am mortified at the thought but cannot help but wonder what they think... they have to know! Do they think it is weird?...amusing? .....enviable?

I try to breathe and calm my nerves. The adrenaline has already started. My heart is beating faster and I can feel it in my ears. Oh God... I hear his car. His engine has a distinct rumble. I can't help myself but waddle over to the window and peek through the blinds. DAMN! it is him and he just saw me at the window. I will be doubl-y sorry for that mistake. I go back to my chair and try to compose myself. My heart is pounding now. I am already sorry.

I hear him coming up the stairs, Oh God.. I can't breathe. A whimper escapes me before he even opens the door. He walks through and takes a long hard look at me. He doesn't smile. (Oh God .. he has NEVER not smiled! ......or at least said hello??) He is not happy with me. I can't help but fill with tears. He notices but shows no sign. I expect him to tell me to turn around, bend over and grab the seat of the chair (my usual strapping position) but he just stares. He also has not removed his belt yet. I am confused. He motions for me to go to my bedroom. I gulp... why? Why the bedroom? This is not normal.

Once there, he tells me to remove my pants and panties stuck around my ankles. It is the first thing he has said to me and his voice sounds weirdly empty. He motions me over the bed and then I know this is going to be like no strapping I have ever had. He takes my hands and proceeds to fasten them to the bed frame with some sort of ties he has. Then he grabs my ankles and fastens them together. I am starting to whimper out loud now. I know what is coming.

Again, he does not undo his belt as I expect but goes to the bag he has brought with him and pulls out a handful of straps. I gulp out loud. These are new. He stretches three of them across me. one on my lower back, one on my buttocks and the other across the tops of my thighs. The coolness of them makes me gasp and I subsequently moan. He tells me that the few spankings he has adminsitered have done little or no good in changing my behaviour. I am stubborn, lazy, moody and irresponsible beyond belief. (I am .. he is right) He tells me I am to be "leathered"...(still not sure what that is). My heart is screaming now - threatening to jump right out of my body. He assures me that once he starts applying the strap it will not stop until I am cherry red from my waist down. I get no breaks, no pauses or time in between to catch my breath. He tells me that this will be a lesson I will not soon forget. While he speaks he slowly moves the three straps across the skin of my behind and legs. He stands up and gently says, "Katy, I want you to know this is going to hurt." (DUH - I think I know that)

As if he is reading my thoughts he smiles finally.... "No, i don't think you realize yet just how you are going to be blistered." He leaves me again and goes onto the patio to have a cigarette and prepare himself. This is usual but I hate it. More waiting. More nerves. I feel the straps on my back and know that shortly I will be screaming and crying for it to be over. I don't want to cry but I know I will. I know I need to.

He is back.... it is time. The waiting is over.