Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

Lately, I’ve been fantasizing about spanking. Specifically, over-the-knee, bare-bottom,naughty- schoolgirl, corporal-punishment-was-never-intended-to-be-this-hot spankings. I’ve been thinking about them so often that I’ve actually been masturbating to craigslist posts. I find this somewhat mortifying, but there are some dirty dirty men out there who, at least in a text medium, know how to push all my buttons. I don’t answer the ads, don’t even consider it, because I know that in real life they would almost certainly never give me what I want. If only because, at just under 5′9″, it takes a big strong man to throw me over his knee in a way that doesn’t make both of us end up feeling like idiots.

What do I dream about, though? Well that’s easy. The set-up is unimportant. I don’t care if you want to pretend to be my professor, my boss, or even my daddy. All that matters is that I’ve been very very bad. I want you to call me into your office, where you sit, all masculine and powerful behind your desk, to tell me that I should be ashamed of myself, thinking that I could get away with what I’ve done. I want you to respond to my feigned apologies with “sorry isn’t good enough, I think that punishment is in order,” and fist your hand in my hair to pull me over your knee. I want you to pull my skirt up to my waist and my panties down to my knees and for the spanking to begin. I want to feel your hand hard against my ass, over and over again. I want to feel that tenting in your trousers as I squirm against them, so I know that what you are doing to me turns you on. Then, as you run your hand over my ass to feel the warmth you’ve created there, I want your fingers to dip lower. I want you to notice the dampness in my cunt so that you know that I am a naughty naughty girl. I want you to brush your fingers across my clit, and then I want you to hit me harder.

Is it selfish that I want you to hurt me and make me come? To throw me, disheveled, to the floor afterwards, while you sit there almost perfectly composed in your navy pinstriped suit? Is it wrong that I want to kneel on the floor before you, eyes large with lust, dripping wet, smelling like sex, and see you sitting above me perfectly clean and composed? Afterwards, I’ll want to take you in my mouth, suck you until you come, and feel your hand fisted once again in my hair almost to the point of pain as you sit back, smile at me, zip up your pants, and toss me aside so that you can get back to work.