Anticipation
Tomorrow.
Anxious anticipation........it is making me wait. It can do nothing but make me wait.....dread.....anticipate.....long for....be preoccupied by......need.......fear......want.....
Apprehension.
Tomorrow.
My imagination has taken flight to the corners of my mind digging up anything and everything it can to keep my thoughts....my attention.....on my bottom.
I have a bottom.
My bottom.
It tingles. I am aware.....Oh there you are! I have a bottom! I do! I do! I am conscious of its very existence as I walk....talk....sit......breath.
Preoccupation.
Tomorrow.
I have a feeling....a feeling in the pit of my stomach...butterflies...lots and lots of swooping, fluttering butterflies. Nervous tension...nausea...anxiety...excitement...that anticipation of something.
I am getting spanked. Hard. Punished. Hard.
Realization.
Tomorrow.
Will I cry? Will I beg? What will it feel like?
Its going to hurt. Shit.....it will hurt!
My heart pounds.....my mind wanders.....playing and replaying what might be.....paddle? belt? How hard? How long?
Can I do this? I don't want to do this!
Foreboding.
Tomorrow.
A spanking! I'm so excited I can hardly breath.....
I have a bottom. I feel it. Under my clothes, against the couch.....the way my jeans feel rubbing against both cheeks as I walk.....
Expectancy.
Tomorrow.
Thrill...fear... dread...excitement...trepidation...
I have an itch.
My clothes are pressed and neatly folded. Waiting. My bag is packed...my bath brush tucked in the outside pocket. Waiting. My car is filled with gas. My alarm is set. Waiting.
My cheeks are flushed...my head buzzes....my heart pounds. Breathe. Slowly.
Preparation.
Tomorrow.
My limbs are light....there is something bubbling below the surface.....I can feel it.....I want it....damn, the inevitability of it all... there's no way out...... because I don't want there to be a way out. Want.
Impatience.
Tomorrow.
I have a bottom.
Spanked.
Tomorrow.
Anticipation.