I knew what was coming. Mistress grabbed me by the ear; she was an expert at this, I suppose over the years she just knew how to target the ear lobe. The pain was immediate and intense, she pulled me down with ease, next came her hand, groping for a second, but soon finding what she wanted. The top of my panties, there was a hard tug and they were at my knees, she then pulled my head down and simultaneously sat on one of the dining room chars. Thus within a few seconds I had been placed across mistress knee. My skirt flipped up and there I was, across mistresses knee, panties down and bottom exposed to the correcting hand of my strict mistress.
I have come to learn that not all spankings are the same, some mistresses like to take their time, some like to get on with it, some are just happy to administer a light spanking some don’t want you to be able to sit for the next three days.
My present mistress fell much to the latter, if she was going to bother to give a spanking then you was going to know it. I can still recall the first one, all I did was to forget to say please, that was enough. She pulled me over her knee, palled down my panties and began to spank me. Even thought it was only with her hand, it was still one of the most painful spankings I ever got.