Earlier today, still in my robe, I was writing at the computer when you walked in and commanded me to climb up on the chair on my knees and stick my ass out to you. You announced that you were going to spank me right then and there - because it's what you wanted.

As I quickly obeyed and clambered up on the chair, I vaguely realized that there was something else, something new in your voice... But as I positioned myself and my pussy began its delicious softening and opening, that warning thought faded to the back of my mind.

You flipped the back of my robe up over my ass and said, "spread your legs." I did, and then bowed my head to let my forehead rest on my hands where I had clasped them on the high back of the chair. "Stick it out further," you said... I did. "Further," you growled, "arch your back." I did. Again, I registered that the tone in your voice was new. But it was also profoundly sure of itself. So sure, that I instantly relaxed into your control and sighed in anticipation of the rush I knew was coming. ...