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As she stood bent over the table, butt throbbing, Lauren decided that, being honest with herself, she had, in fact, been trying to exercise some control over her coming punishment. She’d avoided telling Don about her meeting until it would be too late for him to move her punishment up. So, now, without the coercive threat of the paddle, she finally honestly acknowledged that she had deserved her punishment.
Now, though, she was just hoping that the timer would go off soon. Her horniness was returning the longer that she stood there, and she wanted time to take care of it before her punishment. She did NOT want to be brought to orgasm again while being spanked.
Tick, tick, tick. . . damn, every second left her hornier and with less time to take care of it. She tried to think bland thoughts, but her mind kept wandering, understandably back to the burn in her backside and the punishment to come—and somehow the two made her ever hornier.
DING! Finally, the alarm went off. Lauren reached back and pulled it off her back, then pulled up her shorts and practically ran into her room. There, she went immediately to her panty drawer to find her vibrator.
Fifteen minutes later, with no relief forthcoming and frustration mounting, Lauren knew what she had to do. She stood up and bent over with her back to her mirror. Looking back, she saw that her normally ivory butt was already reddened from her earlier paddling—and she still had so much more to go!
She felt tears coming on but fought them back to focus on the task at hand. Pressing the vibrator against herself, she thought, “Mr. Arden is going to spank you. You’re going to do as you’re told, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
She repeated the thought over and over until it came suddenly and intensely. Finally, relief.
Mission accomplished, Lauren hurried to the shower to clean up.
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