Ms. Rosati World

“Don’t worry, sweetie, we’ll sort this out right here and now; just take off your clothes - everything - then bend forward and touch your toes whilst I fetch my hairbrush.

"Ten minutes later, you’ll have a clear conscience again; unless I see a stiffy - then we’ll need the cane as well, won't we?”

“Yes, Mum.”

"I know you don't try to, honey, but rules are rules.

A spanking in the living room means having to serve very public and very embarrassing corner time. Honestly, the shame of anyone and everyone being able to see her bright red ass on display was probably harder to endure than the spanking itself.

As stepmother sipped her morning tea, she remarked again about how pleased she was with your recent good behaviour.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“OUCH…OHOWH…MOOOM, YOU CAN’T…AHAWHWWW!” Esther ignored his pleas, keeping the swats raining down, his hand fiercely and experientially spanking the flesh of her son’s bare, overturned bottom, quickly turning it bright pink with overlapping red, stinging handprints. Soon, the handprints merged into a uniform, intense, and painful-looking redness, while the sound of sharp smacks continued to ring throughout the room.

Excerpt of Spanked College Boys