Anticipation

I'm getting spanked tonight. For (at my own request) my inability to go to bed at a half decent hour, rendering me too tired to actually function the next morning, and for spending several hours too long on the computer over the weekend when I should have been actually doing some housework. So while I (very literally) asked for it, I'm starting to get the lovely/horrid feeling of anticipation. You guys know the one... the butterflies in the tummy, slightly sick but at the same time slightly excited feel. Wondering in your mind how bad/good it's going to be. What is going to be used. How much it's going to hurt. That feeling...
Anticipation of a spanking. You've just got to love it. Or possibly hate it...