A Great Way to Wake Up

I woke up in the hotel room to Cllege Guy's whisper, "Bonnie-jo,  you awake?"


"Uhmph...what time is it?" I muttered sleepily. I always mutter some similar question  when  first woken up. It's a die-hard habit I've had as a kid. Make them talk to you and they'll think you're awake and listening. Then may be they'll leave you alone and you can fall back to sleep.


"Almost time to wake up."


"Uhmmph."


I flip over, pull my pillow over my head, and begin to breathe heavily. I'm almost asleep when I hear the bed jostle, then still. Padding feet plop over to the far corner, and rustling noises ensue.


My body is completely relaxed and grasping at sleep, but my mind begins to rebeliously awaken.


What's he up to? What's he doing? What's he going to do to me? He wouldn't spank me now, would he? I hope he will....

I sigh and kick off the sheet , buring my head  deeply in the pillow.


I'm aware of the picture I make---and surprised that I fell asleep in the state I did. A white bra and white lacy thong.....do you know how uncomfortable thongs (a.k.a. butt-floss)  are??  (Not to mention sleeping in a bra.)


I push my bottom the tiniest bit into the air as my spread-eagle sleeping position widens. Come on, College Guy, I think,  as I flex my telekinisis skills. Please spank me now.


Slap!


Ahhh...just what I was hoping for. What a nice way to wake up....How perfect....But I lay still, pretending to be asleep. Let's see if he'll go away. Maybe I can make him feel guilty.


Slap, pause. CRACK! Pause. I'm now concentrating on not moving. It's beginning to hurt  a little bit. He has the strap, I'm sure of the fact. No sweet hand spanking first thing in the morning...what a monster....

 CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. "Owww!!!", I whimper and try to roll away. "I'm awake, okay???"

His hand holds my back firmly to the bed. "I see you're awake. Isn't this a great way to wake up?"

"Uhh, huh...I'm getting up." I grumble.

"Not yet. You're not going anywhere just quite yet...."