'If you don't like being punished then you shouldn't be naughty, then I wouldn't have to spank you, now into you corner' she said giving an affectionate pat to the seat of my red briefs.

I felt Goosebumps on my arms and legs as she went through the 'naughty list' loudly commenting on the weeks behavior 'what a very naughty boy' she finally stated' Although I couldn't see her, I knew she was now behind me, I felt her fingers tracing lightly over the thin fabric of my briefs. '30 Minutes reflection time young man, and then we'll to the bottom of your behavior'

Somewhere in-between 10 and 15 minutes her handed landed hard across my behind and kept smacking away until a dozen or more spanks had been delivered 'To help you with your thinking sweetie' I heard her say. As I stood there I could feel the heat radiating from that short spanking, knowing it would get much hotter when she put me across her lap. The time in my corner was always hard for me, torn between wanting the seemingly endless minutes to finish and wishing they would last for ever.

My thoughts were interrupted and butterflies flew in my stomach as I heard the movement, it was unmistakable, the scraping of wood as she moved the straight backed chair into the centre of the room. I knew the minutes were close to ending now; my bottom would soon be a deeper shade of red than the flush on my face.

'Out you come dear' she said softly.

I turned around and saw her sitting in the chair, the spanking chair. She was smiling at me encouragingly, perhaps even knowingly. I stared at her, admiring her beauty, my eyes locked onto her long shapely legs, the short skirt stretched taught across her thighs providing an ample platform for my spankings.

'Over here right now young man, its time to go over my knees' she said in a firm tone. I walked over to her side and looked into her eyes; she smiled patting her thigh and then taking my arm she guided me as I began the descent over her lap. I felt helpless as she adjusted me, ensuring I was in the perfect position before she began, head well down, my legs in mid air and my bottom centered in her lap. Nimble fingers slowly began to peel my briefs down and off my bottom, until they were around my knees. I felt her soft hand on my bare bottom as she patted me there and I waited for my spanking to begin.

It didn't though, instead I was gently eased up form her lap. She took my face in her hands.

'I think we need more than my hand sweetheart, why don't you go and fetch the hairbrush and the leather slipper and then we'll get you back over my knees'

It was going to be a long Friday night.