This F/F entry to the ‘My Birthday Spanking’ Story Contest, submitted by my dear friend Angel, is eloquently written and terribly realistic. (Since a few of my friends do enjoy submitting stories for the contests, and most especially because I do not wish to show favoritism, their entries are allowed as non-contestants. Angel receives her ‘fair share’ of spankings regardless, I assure you.)
– Dana
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I arrived at the studio an hour earlier than was originally scheduled, after having received a last minute e-mail from Dana politely inquiring if I could make arrangements to meet her at 12 instead of 1. I, of course, obliged – not even bothering to see if there was a reason. I didn’t think it mattered and simply assumed she wanted to make sure we had enough time to get acquainted with each other before we had our first professional session with her client.
It was no inconvenience to me since I was planning to arrive early anyway . After all, I had learned that traffic or weather conditions are never to be fully relied upon and there is no excuse for being late. For instance, if there happens to be an upturned trailer that collided with a roaming wild turkey that escaped from an alien ship right before you got to the tolls, making it the case that it takes you an extra 37 minutes to get into the city – this is still only an excuse, and not a “reason. ” Had you had brains enough to leave just a little earlier, the whole space alien turkey collision would not have affected you.
So yes, I was planning to be there early – and I was. Thankfully, there were no impossible events that interfered with my good intentions and I found myself with 42 minutes to spare. However, just before pressing the buzzer to the studio, it suddenly registered that I was nervous. “Oh, no. You didn’t account for this,” I told myself while extending my hand in midair and then retracting it, unable to find the nerve to press the button.
“Uh oh, this is not good,” I said aloud, not realizing it. When people started looking at me funny, I realized that approximately 7 minutes later I was having a full blown conversation with myself. I half ran to the coffee shop on the corner until I could figure out what to do. I wanted to call my Mistress, but I knew if I did that the sound of Her voice would make me clingy and emotional, and that it would probably end with some kind of rebuke – suggesting that if I was not on my best behavior for Dana that I would have to contend with Her discipline. This fantasy based deterrent gave me a new anxiety and I started to contemplate why I was even nervous in the first place.
I had spoken to Dana via e-mail several times. She didn’t seem at all purposefully intimidating, and she is really so sweet that it wouldn’t surprise me if she had a hard time faking “mean.” She is aware that I’m involved in a 24/7 D/s relationship with my Mistress – so I didn’t leave out any details. I didn’t do anything to upset her. None of it made any sense really. But I couldn’t shake it. Maybe it’s just those first time jitters one gets when interacting with someone new, was what I kept telling myself. But at this point, it didn’t really matter. I only had a few more moments of free time before I had to go meet her.
“Just do it!” I yelled at myself (in my head this time). This gave me momentary courage – until I remembered the story my Mistress told me about the inspiration behind that slogan. It was modeled after Gary Gilmore’s “Let’s do it” proclamation right before he was put to death by a firing squad. Nope. Suddenly I was all unsettled again and relying solely on the knowledge that if I ran away my Mistress would hunt me down and do something terrible to me. I might not be alive to suffer any repercussions from Dana so I didn’t mull that over too much. I don’t know what I was doing really, but somehow I managed to make it to door, even up the elevator – all while in some kind of blind daze.
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Mistress Ariana opened the door. Usually I would run and hug her, but this time I froze. She looked at me quizzically and then asked me if I was going to come in. Nope. I wasn’t going to go in. I shook my head. In her uniquely dominant and comical way, she dragged me inside against my will. “What’s wrong with you?” she demanded to know. I refused to answer. “Should I call your Mistress?” she asked dripping of sweetness, trying to pretend like it wasn’t a threat but rather a genuine point of concern – but I knew what she doing. I shook my head again and Ariana told me to go to the back room where Dana was waiting to meet me. Thankfully, she didn’t follow me because she got distracted with a ringing phone and she had to buy a hut for her smurfs on the iPad.
I started to walk hesitantly, my body obviously not complying with my scattered and frantic thoughts. I passed Kevin in the hallway, “Ang, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I lied. The word sounded strange but I was relieved to have said it. I thought I had lost the ability to speak. I contemplated calling Mistress Mona. But having already told me such wonderful things about Dana, I’m sure this would have gotten me into trouble. I suddenly sucked in a deep breath, realizing and being thankful that neither my Mistress nor Mistress Mona were at the studio – because at this point, I would probably have been introduced to a startled Dana by one of them dragging me into greet her… by my hair.
Kevin freed my from my fate by knocking on the door for me, noticing that Ariana was about to hang up the phone and find me idling in her hallway. He gently pushed me into the room before Dana had the chance to extend her welcome invitation. Her “Come in,” was rudely interrupted by my clumsy entrance. I didn’t even look at her as I stumbled, but rather turned towards the door just as it was being slammed shut behind me. I shut my eyes, suppressing my urge to vow revenge against Kevin.
I might have been able to shut my eyes, but my hearing was still intact. And I was drawn back into the environment when I heard my name. “Angel?,” a voice sweetly whispered.
“No, don’t look at her,” I told myself. That worked for a full minute before her tone became more pronounced and less questioning. And the third time, a stern sounding “Angel” was accompanied by the clicking of heels on the floor and I knew she was approaching me from behind. I finally found the courage to turn around, and was met with a curious eyebrow raising gesture.
“Hi there,” she smiled.
“Hi?” I responded, my voice sounding small and terrified.
“Are you okay?”
“No. Yes. No. I don’t know,” was the only thing I could stupidly come up with as my eyes darted anxiously across the floor. I thought to myself that I wanted my Mistress, which prompted me immediately out of my stupor – I would not want Her so much if She were there to take me across her knee for acting so strangely.
My gaze finally rose to meet Dana’s, and for the first time I noticed how striking her blue eyes were, contrasting with her stark black hair. She was very professional looking, with a tight fitting blouse, blue-black jeans and a pair of simple heels. “Oh no,” I thought to myself, again… “She looks like one of those teachers you would fantasize about.” I studied her, unable to say anything really but secretly impressed. She was true to her photos, except she was without any implements. Picturing her with her missing hairbrush or paddle, I got nervous again.
“Angel, what’s wrong?” she asked.
Of course, I lied. The word naturally escaped my lips as easily as it always did. “Nothing.” Except with Dana, I did make the effort to sound a little convincing – curious to know if others besides my Mistress could discern it was deception. It was almost remarkable to me how swiftly that word rolls off the tongue with no regard to the consequences. So many times this particular lie has found me in a puddle of my own tears with a very sore bottom and yet it continued to betray me.
“Your Mistress told me you might say something like that. She said you favor “Nothing,” and “I don’t know.”
“What?” Luckily for me, I screamed that bad and accusatory word only in my head and not into the air. Unluckily for me, Dana must have read it on my face. “Now I am going to ask you what’s wrong,” she repeated, her voice sounding quite stern and her glistening blue eyes blazing into mine. “But this time it’s in your best interest to tell the truth because we both know the answer.” What kind of conspiracy was this, I wondered. She spoke to MY Mistress about ME without my knowledge? This earned my defiant silence as I contemplated such an outrage. Sometimes silence was worse than “I don’t know,” or “Nothing.” I stared dumbly at her, suddenly too angry to even notice how pretty she was anymore.
I watched her with unmoving eyes as she sat down in the throne chair. “Come here,” she instructed. “Let’s have a chat.”
The audacity! “Hey, you can’t say that!” I challenged. Suddenly I was all flustered and perplexed. “Only my Mistress can say that to me!” Then, like a possessive child, I almost yelled at her, “Actually, no one besides my Mistress can say those words to anybody, ever!” Suddenly I realized how ridiculous that was but I had to swallow it and regain instant composure to lend it credibility, as if it’s perfectly conceivable that my Mistress is the only person on the planet allowed to utter these words: “Let’s have a chat,” in that order, to anyone else on the planet at any given time. I suppose those words are very sacred to me, and She most definitely owned them in my mind every time they escaped Her lips and I found myself being escorted to some place or another to be almost immediately spanked.
Dana didn’t seem in the least disturbed by my outburst, except that it seemed she was politely trying to conceal a smile. “You seem very preoccupied with your Mistress, and rightfully so. But SHE was the one who suggested I use that line, and now I see why. You are not behaving very appropriately at the moment and I am sure your attitude with me would displease her. Don’t you agree?”
I thought about this, for a split second, then nearly dropped to my knees ready to beg her not to tell my Mistress – but knowing full well that I would have to tell her myself when she asked me about it, and that if I dared to lie to her it would mean big trouble. I didn’t drop to my knees, but the tears started to stream down my face. My body started to quiver a little as well and suddenly I felt cold. Or maybe it was pure defeat. The mere mention of my Mistress inspiring such a dramatic reaction? What was happening to me?
Dana had obviously sensed my distress and reminded me to go to her as per her original instructions. I did without question, the idea of my Mistress gripping me so tightly that all disobedience had instantly disarmed and was now not even within my reach. “Would you like to know what’s going on?” Dana asked as I slowly made my way on trembling legs towards her. I nodded.
“I did talk to your Mistress,” She informed me. By now this was very obvious to me, but I declined to say so. “She told me that you are in trouble. A great deal of it. Generously, she decided not to punish you until after we had our session because your bottom wouldn’t be useful to me in the condition she intends to make of it.” The tears had dried up now, but very small beads of perspiration formed on my brow. And anywhere a tiny hair existed on my body, it stood at attention in captivated terror. Not only was I terribly embarrassed She had spoken to another Dominant about my behavior, but also what she was going to do to me – which not even I was ready to comprehend the magnitude of, and probably would not be able to until the very moment it begins.
“You seem very upset, Angel. Now I don’t want you to panic when I tell you what’s going to happen next.” Naturally the first thing one does when told not to panic, is panic. It’s very much like someone who sees something disturbing on the road and tells you not to look. You don’t even notice you’re looking until you are screaming at the next person not to do to it. I wanted to say something but the words were lodged in my throat and I feared if I tried to make them unstuck that I might literally start choking. Out of fear and desperation, not defiance, I chose to remain silent and merely listen.
Dana continued, unflinching, and emphasizing just the right words to make me cringe and feel a little ill. “Your Mistress told me that it was recently Her birthday and that She believes birthdays are a new beginning. It’s Her own little new-year, and a great time for a fresh start. Having an upcoming birthday, I can certainly understand that. Now, you’ve spoiled that a little with your misbehavior but she doesn’t think it’s too late for you. I am here to help: to give you a warm-up for what awaits you at Her hands and, as She offered, to give you something to think about until you see Her next. I have had to deal with my fair share of brats and I can certainly emphasize with Her frustration. Now, do you have any objections?”
I was so nervous at this point that I couldn’t object even if I knew what I was objecting to. It was only logical to conclude that she was going to spank me, but she didn’t exactly use that terminology and so I found myself unwilling, or unable, to connect the dots. I said “No,” – not because I had no instinctual objections, but because saying “No” just seemed like the absolute worst thing to say. That, and I knew whatever was happening was because I deserved it – and that my Mistress would never put me in harm’s way or subject me to unearned punishment. What can one do but comply when that is the case?
“But why didn’t anybody tell me?” was the only thing I could legitimately allow myself to say to Dana, instantly regretting it because of how pitiful its echo was. I scanned my brain for the e-mail certain there was no mention of it.
Ms. Kane made no effort to conceal her grin this time but merely beckoned me towards her with the instructional gesture of her index finger that pointed first in her general direction, and then directly towards her lap. “Because you didn’t take the time to ask,” she said.
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Thanks for another great post Angel. I dont think the nervousness of facing Ms. Dana goes away after the first visit, in fact I don’t think it ever goes away. The first time you are nervous because you don’t really know what to expect, the following times you are nervous because you do know what to expect. You have to be weary of her captivating smile because she always smiles just before she starts spanking, kind of makes you think that she really enjoys her work.
Once again thank you Ms. Dana for continuing to allows us to read great stories from your readers.
The VBB
thank you Ms Dana for another great video. It was a wonderful start to the week viewing what you do best.
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