Last night was my first maintenance spanking. Ma'am texted me that afternoon to remind me that I was to be spanked that evening and that she expected me to be wearing my spanking panties when she arrived. Of course, I disregarded her wishes. What else would a princess do? I sassed her on the phone and that evening, when Ma'am arrived, not only was I not wearing the spanking panties, I was also unable to answer the door because I decided to take a nice long hot shower. Ma'am had to let herself in and then I took my sweet time getting out of the bath even though I knew Ma'am had to pee really bad. When I finally got out, Ma'am gave me a good scolding and demanded I put on my spanking panties.
I of course made a big fuss about not wanting to look like a little girl in silly pink panties but, Ma'am was not about to take my whining. With a few hard slaps to my freshly showered bottom, she had me into those panties in seconds. I proceeded to pout and brat until Ma'am had enough and yanked me over her knee for a hard spanking. She started over my pants but, soon enough my bottom was bare and getting nice and pink. She stopped when the delivery guy arrived with dinner but, she promised that I was going to be quite sorry later.
How right she was.
I tried to get out of my spanking by saying I was sick. Ma'am's answer to this was to take my temperture in the most embarrassing way I can think of. What a naughty little princess I am.
After it was determined that I was in good health, the spanking proceeded as promised. Ma'am even purchased a new tool for my first maintenance spanking. Meet my new bathbrush. It had me yelling and crying in no time.
Between the panties, the thermometer, the bathbrush and the ample corner time I was given, I was a throughly punished little princess last night. Sigh.