I walked hesitantly into the room. For the first time I felt that pang of guilt and shame as I followed. My eyes looked around the room, my heart constricted, as my eyes fell upon the X-Frame and the spanking bench. I shivered in excitement, remembering what it was like to be used on such equipment. I eyed the beam above in wonder, as I saw hooks and where I assumed chains or restraints of some sort would be attached.

I stared blankly at Him as I heard His words. I winced inwardly, "Yes Sir" My heart and body screamed. "No." My mind spoke forcefully.


What? He wanted me to strip naked here with Him??? He couldn't be serious!!! I looked up at Him as I stumbled with my words. "Yes Sir."

I tried to calm my nerves by ignoring Him and concentrating on my garments. I bent down slowly to take off my heels. His eyes were fixed on my body. I fumbled with the buttons on my dress as I tried to delay the inevitable. I shivered as the dress slipped off me and landed in a heap at my feet. I met His eyes as he saw me in my undergarments. I cursed myself as I felt my nipples hardening through the material as he watched me.

I saw Him glance at me in a way as if to tell me to hurry up. I unhooked my bra and let my breasts be released from their safe enclosure, nipples stiffening to attention. I ran my fingers down to my panties. I let out a small whimper, as I realised that my panties were damp, and that in a brief moment He'd realise this. Pulling them down slowly I felt so naughty, so exposed and naked to His gaze. A dark spot of betrayal glazing my panties, catching His eye. I stand before Him naked and vulnerable, wondering why the hell I chose to come. His voice roused me to attention.