It has been a month since Peggy and I began our relationship. Peggy and I have met once a week for continued behavior modification and for my pleasure. I can't explain how much pleasure I receive watching this proud bitch stand before me in just her heels and her panties recounting all her transgressions since our last meeting. You can see her twitch and shift, like a little girl, from one foot to another as she tells me all about the negative things she did to her family, friends, and acquaintances.
It is so much fun when she is through to watch the sweat build on her upper lip as she awaits her punishment. Once I tell her how and what she will suffer I then drape her over my lap and begin the slow hard slaps to the cheeks of her proud ass. Usually we begin with smacks to her panty-covered cheeks and finish with multiple strokes to her uncovered ass, which I have exposed by lowering her panties to her mid thighs. Her tears of shame and pain do nothing to stop the discipline and actually just fire me up to make sure her ass is really red. I know she really craves this because she is quick to beg for forgiveness and to offer to suck and please my hard 8".
I really thought that Peggy was becoming a better person until recently when she orally confronted me in front of several moms when I questioned her about some paperwork I asked her to prepare for an up coming tournament. She realized my anger after her smart comments but the damage was done. I decided right there that dear Peggy would pay dearly for embarrassing me.
Several days after this exchange I called her to tell her I wanted to see her that evening. Peggy told me she had plans that evening. She was making a speech to the woman's social group at the country club in her effort to be reelected as President of the social committee. My reaction was to advise her that she do what she had to but be at my room by 9 PM. I told her to call me when she arrived at the Hotel.
That evening at the stroke of 9 the phone rang and miss princess was on the other end. I told her the room number and instructed her to pick up a package at the front desk and not to open it until she got to my room door. When she arrived, I watched her through the security peephole, open the package and remove the instructions and the two items. Her hands actually trembled as she placed the enclosed blindfold over her eyes and then place a pair of fur line handcuffs into her mouth and knock on the door. I knew she was concerned someone would enter the hallway and see her, but I decided to wait a few minutes before allowing her to enter. I knew this would make her nervous so when I did open the door she nearly fell on her face trying to enter quickly.
