#cornertime

Laura's Visit Home

Laura wished she could just disappear. She was trying to keep from bursting into a fresh flood of tears, while residual tears continued to cloud her view of the corner. All four of her cheeks burned – two from pure embarrassment, the other two from The Spanking Stick – and in her mind she tried to find a way for this to not be all her fault. She felt her sister's smug look and surely somehow she was to blame for at least some of this as well. 

But Laura knew better, her behavior had justly earned her the spanking. Her Husband was right to mete it out and Laura's mind turned to composing the convincing apology to her Mom that her Husband expected her to offer once her corner time was over. Laura thought the apology through diligently for she didn't want to find her poor tender bottom the subject of an energetic encore performance from The Spanking Stick.  

Unlike other corner times, Laura dreaded her moment of release. She didn't want to face her family. Especially her Dad. 

What Laura was not expecting was how her Dad was looking at his eldest daughter with great pride. He recognized her behavior was inappropriate – perhaps due to jetlag – yet he was quite proud of his daughter's subsequent behavior.  

She had quickly remembered herself when her Husband confronted her. Laura's Dad watched his daughter's obedience as she retrieved The Spanking Stick from her luggage. He saw her welling sorrowful tears as she demurely held out The Spanking Stick - both hands, handle first - to her Husband revealing an unexpected beauty in Laura her Father had never seen in his daughter before.  

Finally getting to your cabin after a real long road trip, secluded in the mountains. Once you’re all finally unpacked, they turn on a movie as you go to take a nap on the couch after all those hours sitting in the hot sun followed by the heavy lifting unpacking the car.

Of course you make the mistake of laying on your belly with your head in the pillow. The moment you let your guard down and begin to close your eyes, your friend reaches into your jeans and yanking up your waistband all the way up to your mid-back, giving you a HARD wedgie while everyone watches and laughs at your squeals as you try and stuff your stretched waistband back into your jeans and dig the cotton out of your sore chafed hole

(Bonus!!)

As he yanks your waistband all the way up to your mid-back, you yelp and instantly reach back, grabbing your stretched waistband and smacking his hand in the process trying to get him to let go of your agonizing wedgie. Of course your disobedience doesn’t go unnoticed aa he gives you an instant quick smack across your face in return before he straddles your back, still with a firm grip on your undies. He yanks your waistband even harder as punishment while he begins to give you a good hard spanking. Starting out with his hand before yanking your jeans down and grabbing that wooden hairbrush out of your bag to swat your defiant, rosy cheeks with the flat side. The humiliating, stinging swats instantly burn your butt a deep pink into a crimson while everyone watches and laughs, maybe even records a video if your whining is pathetic enough. You might be lucky enough to get away with just the wedgie and spanking before you get to pull your jeans up and return to your nap. As long as he feels you’ve been properly punished.

This young girl came to see me this Friday afternoon. She needed a spanking. I gave her what she wanted.