You Need *GRIN* To Be Spanked *GRIN* Hard

I'm getting SPANKED! to-morr-ow! And it is all I can think about.

Just imagine that statement uttered in a sing song sort of whisper, from the grinning lips of a squirmy...quivery... rocking-in-my-chair...roaming idly from room to room... SPANKED!...

Shifting in my seat...aimlessly flipping through channels, 500 channels and I can't seem to find anything to watch...remote SPANKED! forgotten, tv unwatched ...

Hmm food...SPANKED!... do I want food? Tea! yes, I'll have tea!... all the while a big ole shit eating grin plastered smack SPANKED! dab in the middle of my very happy face.

"You know, that grin on your face is so damn big... will you wait a minute, I was talking to..."

I heard Study Boy's voice trailing after me as I SPANKED! scurried off to the kitchen in search of marshmallows for my...tea? hhmm...what about hot cocoa?!?!!? Yay! What did he say? Did he say he needs cocoa too?

And so after doing a little impromptu twirl SPANKED! in the kitchen, I turned to skip back into the living room, two cups dangling from my fingertips...

"Hey babe? Did you say you want co-mmpfttthhh! AAAccckkk!"

"Where'd you come from?" I said rather nasally to the chest pressing against my now crumpled nose. SPANKED! Looking up, I continued to grin at the bemused figure presently occupying the doorway. I held up the cups in my hand. "Cocoa?"

Study Boy cocked a brow and after leaning back against the door jam, wryly remarked, "That grin of yours...the Cheshire Cat...you remind me of that smiling cat. That grin is so big that I'd swear you left it behind when you disappeared."

I looked at him and SPANKED! sputtered, "Cheshire Cat?!?" before bursting out laughing, my naughty SPANK!-o mind quickly conjuring up kinky images... SPANKED! cats, little naughty cats over SPANK!-er Cat knees...while my mouth shouted them out as quickly as they were conjured.

"SPANK!-o grinning cats! Discipline cats! With little SPANK!-o cat canes...OMG! BAHAHAHA! ...freshly SPANKED! cats who disappear, leaving behind glowing bottoms! HAHA! SPANK! HAHAHA!"

While I was killing myself laughing, Study Boy continued to stare at me. "Wow, you need to be SPANKED!, you know that?" SPANKED! His statement of the obvious sent me into yet another fit of uncontrollable laughter, and he left me there, crouched over in hysterics, while he went to make the cocoa.

Later, as we hunkered down to watch West Wing repeats, I caught him staring at me while I tried to fish a marshmallow out of my cup with my finger without getting burned. "What?" I asked, searching his face. "SPANK!-o Cheshire Cats?" I giggled and nodded. "Yeah. You didn't think that was funny?"

He cocked that damn eyebrow again and reached over to flick marshmallow out of my hair. "That sort of grin demands attention. SPANK!-o Cheshire Cats? You couldn't have thought of...I don't know... say, Alice In Wonderland's Cheshire Cat? Instead, your cat is kinky?"

Attention? SPANKED! Ya think?!?!?!?

I was so busy grinning that I almost missed it.

"You need to be SPANKED!. Hard."

*GRIN* *GRIN* *GRIN*

"SPANKED!? Yeah. I do, don't I?"

*GRIN* *GRIN* *GRIN*

Yes. I am getting spanked tomorrow.

It will either be a swoony office session, hushed tones, jeans and panties down, bent over, hands on the seat of a chair...oooooooooo a caning!

Or, if Professor doesn't have a bevy of panicking "It's the end of the semester" students clamoring at his door, it will be a swoony all afternoon hotel session, with lots of implements gulp! the new bathbrush! and lots of positions.

Either way, Professor? You heard it here first. I need to be spanked. Hard.

*GRIN* *GRIN* *GRIN*