I quickly agreed.
"Most of the spankings I give you will be with you naked and over my lap, and not with my hand ... think of that as 'discipline', but for 'punishment', expect cane strokes to your bare bottom."
My eyes grew big, yet I nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then," she said, and she allowed me to slip the ring I offered onto her finger.
"So, I think you should find out immediately what you've agreed to..."
"Um, okay ...?"
"I am going to slip into something more comfortable. Meanwhile, I want YOU to strip ... naked ... well, keep your socks on if you like ...and wait here for me."
Somewhat embarrassed and very nervous, I stripped and waited.
She returned, in a blue dressing gown, holding a hairbrush, and sat down, and beckoned me over her lap.
And then
I couldn't help myself.
I rubbed my bottom.
She watched me do it, and came back and
bent me over for some hard hand slaps to the back of my thighs
I stood for an hour, then she returned.
She said, "And that's what you may expect."
"Yes, dear," I said, looking at the floor.
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