1. Always A Good Girl


    Date: 9/23/2015, Categories: Spanking, Author: Shadedgirl, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    The week had been an extremely difficult and challenging one. Meetings with clients had filled my schedule day after day, some lasting well into the evening. The social expectations alone had weighed heavily upon my shoulders. To say that I was glad that the weekend had finally arrived would have been an understatement. I needed to relax, my thoughts kept threatening to drown me as I sank into my sofa with a sigh, I needed them to quieten. The sudden shrill of my phone raised panic in my chest. Whatever could it be this time? I glanced at the incoming message and my heart began to thump more than my pounding headache. I knew that Sir must have something special planned for me tonight as I stared at the screen, the message blinking back at me, His commands telling me to put on the collar and matching cuff restraints. My throat contracted as I read the message again and again, feeling the excitement at His last line telling me not to wear any panties. Time was incredibly short, I was glad I kept myself shaven for Him at all times as I washed the weariness of the day off me under a quick shower. He had picked out my clothes for me in the text and I felt immense gratitude for not having to make the decision as I slipped into the wine red dress. I left my apartment and hailed down a cab, my excitement building. I didn't even blush when the driver glanced meaningfully at the heavy collar around my neck, but he recoiled when I handed over the fare as my wrist cuffs gleamed in the ...
    fading light. It didn't matter, I was going to be with Sir, nothing could stop me now as I floated to His hotel room. I glanced at the clock as I entered the building and quickened my steps, frantically pressing the button to call the lift in the lobby. "Ma'am?" The female receptionist called over to me from where she sat behind the desk. "You'll need to sign in, ma'am. And the elevator is broken." My cheeks flared and I knew that my hair was soaking from the sweat I felt gathering on my skin, yet I walked over to her desk and smiled politely as I signed in and turned back toward the stairs. Would I have time? I took them as fast as I could, hoping against hope that I would make the journey by some miracle. I had never been late for my Sir. I dreaded to think what would happen if He didn't take this into consideration before punishing me. But by the third flight I had to slow down before my heart beat its way out of my chest. I tried to regain control of my breathing as I gulped air down hard. I faced the remaining two flights with steely determination and began to climb more steadily. I reached His floor just as I heard a ping sound echoing down the corridor and saw the doors closing on a now seemingly functioning elevator. Typical. I gritted my teeth and walked toward Sir's room, knocking on His door as I smoothed down my dress. He opened it before I had finished the motion and I quickly averted my eyes as I remained frozen, bent slightly at the waist. "You're late," Sir ...
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