I heard you excuse yourself from your conversation with the lady beside you and my heart leapt as I looked up at you expectantly. But as your fist closed over my hair and you hissed down at me, the feeling turned to fear.

I began to tremble as you threatened to put me over your lap and I emphatically shook my head no, to indicate that I did not need a spanking. My eyes beseeched you to no avail.

My heart thudded as you pushed your chair away from the table. As you yanked me up over your lap and I realized that you did, indeed, intend to give me a spanking right here, a cry tore from my lips as I struggled against what was coming. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Nooooo!," I cried, twisting and turning in your lap as much as I could with your strong arm pushing down on my shoulders, lowering my head towards the floor, and likewise, my ass up and nicely rounded in presentation. "Noooooooo!" I kicked my legs frantically as I pleaded. My head turned as I shook it from side to side and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girl. My momentary joy at the realization that she was no longer fellating you disappeared as I caught the pure excitement in her eyes as she watched you manhandle me. Oh, how I hated her. I glared at her as she smiled with glee while watching.

I was stunned into momentary silence when your open hand came down hard on my exposed behind with a sharp CRACK. As the sting set in, it set me to struggling once more. "Owwww," I cried out followed by more pleading, "Noooo, noooo..."