Domestic Discipline

Me, bare bottom corner time @ Rose Academy

So I admit it, I had a bit of a tantrum.  “I’m not a little girl but a grown woman, and it’s about time you started treating me like one!” i squealed.  So naturally he put me across his knee for a sound slippering and then sent me to the corner in disgrace.  And for the next week I’m grounded and will be put to bed early.  And I’ve to wear my old school uniform.

She’d initially been relieved when he’d passed sentence: six with the strap on each hand.  She deserved to be strapped; she had to accept that.  At least she wasn’t getting the cane.  And as she wasn’t getting it on the bottom there was none of the embarrassment of having to get undressed in front of him.  And possibly having to take her pants down, too.  No, this was much better … although, she had to admit, not getting caught would have been better still …

Cornertime variations