Fifi's Long Wait

She braced as his hand rose in the air, the familiar whoosh as it came hurtling down and then a loud slap, followed by a dull hard throbbing in her left cheek where the blow had landed. She gritted her teeth, held back her need to call out and gave the required response, "One Sir, thank you Sir, may I have another please?"

She felt his hand on the other cheek, could almost sense the smile on his lips as he softly caressed it, letting her know where the next blow would come. And come it did, just as the first one, causing her to jump a little, "Two Sir, thank you Sir, may I have another please?"

This time his hand felt both cheeks at the same time, she knew this meant a blow down the middle, a little relief inside her head; these weren't as bad as the ones directly on a single cheek. "Three Sir, thank you Sir, may I have another please?"

He was teasing her; his hand wasn't on either cheek so she didn't know where the next one was going to land. Her worry was disturbed by a warming slap across the left cheek, making it glow even more, "Four, Sir, thank you Sir, may," a light stutter, "may I have another please?"

She knew exactly where the next blow was going to come, on her other cheek to even things out. She tensed her body to lessen the blow slightly He liked to tease her on the last one, the hand was up, the clock was ticking in the room so loudly and everything seemed to move so slowly. Her cheeks started to quiver as she tried to hold them for the least discomfort. Just as she gave up on holding herself tight, the last one hit, impacting on her right cheek, sending a small shock through her body. She stifled a little grunt and asked, "Five, Sir, thank you Sir, May I have another please?"

"No, I think that five is more than enough for this small transgression, now you may dish up my meal."

As she wiggled her way over, she could feel the panties rubbing against her glowing cheeks and realized that they had been made even wetter during her correction.