I've been a bad girl. There are things I don't tell, things that would get me spanked if known. I deserve to be spanked, hard. No, very hard, with a belt, until sitting is something I don't want to do. I want marks and bruises on my bare bottom to remind me what happens to bad girls. To have my pants and panties yanked down, and to be pushed down on the bed as that scared/thrilled feeling floods me. To hear the belt whistle through belt loops, knowing that it's only a matter of seconds before it whips down on my vulnerable bare bottom. To feel the leather smack down hard so many times that I lose track of the number and of time. To have so many land that I can still feel it against my bottom even after it's over. To sob so hard that it drains everything from me, and I'm willing to surrender to it and the pain. To be comforted afterward, and forgiven. To be told that I'm a good girl again, and to believe it because I will have paid the price.
Until then I am a bad girl, and I deserve a long, hard spanking.