Spanking Punishment for Late Rent Payment

Spanking punishment

As I sat before my landlady, Dawn, I felt my heart hammering in my chest. I knew I was in for another spanking punishment. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as Dawn towered over me, her arms folded under her breasts.

“Well,” she said, her voice unyielding. “You are late with your rent.” My hands trembled.

Dawn examined the money and then tossed it onto the table. “Late again. This is becoming a habit.”

I flushed with shame I knew Dawn was right – I had forgotten to pay my rent on time, just like before. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sense of embarrassment and failure that swept over me.

Dawn leaned in close, looking down at me with a frown. “You know what this means, don’t you?” she said quietly.

I nodded slowly, feeling a lump form in my throat. I knew exactly what Dawn meant. Dawn had made it clear that late payment of rent would result in getting hand-spanked over her lap.

My heart was pounding fast when I stood before Dawn. I could see the look on Dawn’s face, and my palms were sweating. I couldn’t believe that I had to face this humiliation again.

Then I could feel myself trembling as Dawn reached out and grabbed me roughly by the arm. “I give you a chance after chance, but you never learn. Your rent is always late, and you always make excuses.” She pulled up a chair and pulled me over her lap. Dawn has a stern spanking hand.

She needed no other implements for a spanking punishment.

Dawn raised her hand and brought it down with all her strength on my right cheek. My body shook with the impact, and I let out a loud yelp. Dawn repeated the action on the left cheek. I gripped the chair legs tightly, my eyes squeezed shut as I waited for the next strike.

Dawn took her time, each swat landing with precision and purpose. My bottom was soon a deep shade of red, and I was sobbing uncontrollably. She was relentless, striking my bottom hard with each slap of her hand.

The humiliation I felt was almost too much to bear, and I could hardly believe the thought that I had to endure even more of Dawn’s wrath. Each swat seemed to pulse through my body, causing me to writhe and moan in agony.

I groaned as the impact sent jolts of pain radiating through my body. Dawn’s hand moved quickly to the left cheek, striking it with the same force. I let out a muffled cry, burying my face in the rough fabric of Dawn’s dress.

I heard the sound of Dawn’s breathing, shallow and quick. Her hand moved steadily across my reddened buttocks, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

My cries were muffled by the fabric of Dawn’s dress, but they still echoed in my ears as I struggled to hold back sobs.

As the spanking neared its end, Dawn’s pace quickened, her hand falling with increasing speed and force on my burning flesh. The final blows were delivered with a ferocity that made my entire body quake, and I let out a blood-curdling scream as Dawn brought the punishment nearer to its climax.

I gasped for air, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to catch my breath from my spanking punishment.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and my body shook with sobs. But Dawn was relentless, determined to give me the spanking I deserved.

As the spankings continued, I prayed for it to end. But I knew that it was Dawn’s way of teaching me a valuable lesson.

“Is there anything you want to say?” Dawn asked, her voice quiet but firm.

I hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a small voice. “I’m sorry, Dawn. I won’t be late again, I promise.” Dawn didn’t seem convinced.

“You’re always saying that. And yet here we are, in this same situation again with you getting a spanking punishment.”

Dawn let me off her lap and let me sit on the couch to breathe and recover for a minute. I sobbed and hugged Dawn. She had warned me, “I will give you spanking punishment just like when I spank my son’s ass.” I now believed her and craved it.

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