Katie, Part Five

Katie came and stood by me, and I noted with pleasure that she was back to biting her lower lip again. I gestured again with my finger that she should take up the traditional position for correction, but she only shook her head.

"You know what's going to happen," was all I said.

"Please, I can't just do it," Katie said, gesturing at my open lap. "Can't you? Would you?" Her voice tailed off and she stood with her head down and her hands in front of her.

"You mean, would I put you in position and hold you there to be spanked?

"Yes," she said, quietly, but firmly.

"No," I told her.

"I thought you were going to spank me - have you changed your mind?"

"I am going to spank you, but I am not going to put you into position. You can do that yourself," I explained.

"Why do I have to do that?"

"Because you are a bad girl and you know that you deserve this, don't you, Katie?" There was no reply to my question so I asked it again, more forcefully this time: "Don't you, Katie?"

"Yes," was all she managed to say.

"You are a slut, and you know that you have to be punished," I went on, inexorably.

"Yes."

"So putting yourself across my knee is a sign that you accept that  this spanking is well deserved," I told her. Then I pointed again to my right knee. "Get over here," I ordered.

Katie did as she was told, quietly and without any more fuss, she lowered herself across my thighs. As she took up her position, resting the weight of her upper body on her arms that touched the floor, I paused a moment to admire the scene.

She still had on the sweatshirt, so I pushed it nearly up to her breasts to ensure that it was clear of the target zone. Katie's jeans were around her knees where I had pulled them and could stay there quite happily since they were not going to get in my way. That left her bottom, still covered by the delightfully pretty satiny navy blue panties with the polka dots. I tugged the garment until it enclosed her bottom properly without any wrinkles just to enjoy the aesthetics of the image, and then I ran my hand across the expanse of the round, firm buttocks that were soon to feel the weight of my hand across them and was rewarded by the sight of Katie as she clenched her buttock cheeks firmly.

"Please, please get on with it," she begged in that quite little voice of hers.

"Everything in its own good time," I told her, as I continued to stroke the covered rump.

"Please," she said, with real desperation in her voice.

"You know that these panties have to come down, don't you?" My tone was conversational, but I was genuinely interested to hear Katie's reply. Not that it mattered if she objected as the knickers were coming down whether she liked the idea or not, but still I was curious.

"Yes, I suppose so," she wailed.

"Good," was all I said, as without further ado I peeled the panties down to leave them hanging just above her knees, and her bottom shamefully bared for the correction that was now just seconds away.

To be continued