Sometimes I just need a spanking. Sometimes I call and leave a voicemail begging for one, confessing my naughty ways, asking for what type of discipline I need, asking for you to pull me over your lap, use your hand, your belt, stick me in the corner, soap my mouth. You get the idea. Listen to my humiliating begging, while you think about how you would feel if one day you got this voicemail message, knowing you would come home to find me, humble, and waiting for my punishment.
