As she opened the door, she became awash in a flood of distant memories, made ever so vivid by the familiar surrounds.  It was, indeed, the "Animal" suite that they had occupied so many years ago when they had come to Atlantic City together.

He was standing there, his straight-faced expression breaking into a smile as the familiarity enveloped her face.

"You made it, " he said.

"Yes," she replied.

"How was your drive?"

"Could we just get to it, without any small talk?"

"As you wish," he said, as he sat down on the sofa and patted his lap.  "Over you go," he said, almost jovially.

"Just like that?"

"You were the one that wanted to get right to it," he reminded her.

She nodded, kicking off her shoes.  Undoing her jeans, she moved them down to her ankles and stepped out of them.  She gave off a small laugh of nervousness as she pulled off her socks at the last moment before she approached him.

The look in his eyes was gentle, yet firm, just as it had always been in the past.  The look alone was enough to melt her.  She stood next to him.  It had been so long.  Their lives had gone in such different directions.

She felt him take hold of her arms and guide her across his lap.

Immediately, she felt his hand strike her ass.  "We begin," he said in a simple almost-whisper.

He slapped her again. On the second one, she heard herself emit a small sound of astonishment. He struck her again.  And again.  Suddenly, she remembered how much she had loved him and craved everything about him, including the spankings he gave her when he knew she needed them.  She lost her composure and began sobbing into the soft cushion of the sofa.

After a few minutes, she realized he had stopped, but her tears had not.  Nevertheless, he helped her to stand, and then issued his next edict:

"Take off your top," he commanded.

She looked at him with some uncertainty.  The years had taken their toll on her body, and she wasn't sure she wanted him to see that much of her.

"NOW!" he barked.

Instinctively she forgot her hesitation, grasping the bottom of her shirt with both hands and pulling it up over her head.  She waited, hoping it would be enough, knowing that it would not.

"And the bra."

She nodded. Staring at the ground, she undid the clasp and shrugged out of it as it fell to the floor.

He pulled her back over his lap.  At least he was going to let her keep her panties on.  She breathed a sigh of relief, but just then she felt a tug at the waistband and a cool breeze on her cheeks where her panties had been a moment ago.

With the first swat, the open sobbing continued.  She didn't bother to count them as he laid them on.

At last, she was home again.