I stand in front of you, fidgeting on the spot, my eyes glued to the floor.

"Well?" You say, tapping your fingers on your knee impatiently. "What is going to happen right now?"

I gulp, feeling the blush on my face. "You're gonna... you're gonna... spank me." I struggle to say out loud what you want to hear, near whispering the last part.

"You earned this spanking, didn't you?"

I nod, to which you shake your head.

"Excuse me?"

My head snaps up, scared you're going to prelude the actual punishment with an incentive to behave appropriately during it.

"Yes Sir." I blurt, breathing out as you seem satisfied.

"That's right. Unless I ask a question that requires an explanation, that's what I want to hear: Yes Sir, no Sir, I don't know Sir. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl." You take your hands off your lap, motioning for me to come closer before helping me across your knees. You rest your dominant hand on my back now, holding me in place by my waist with the other. "What did you do to get yourself into this situation, little girl?"

I hesitate, to which you react with a sharp smack to my jean-clad bottom. I yelp in surprise.

"I-I was dishonest, Sir."

"Yes," You say, giving me another three smacks. "You lied. Do you think I deserve to be lied to? Do you think dishonesty is going to serve you well in life?"

I bite my lip, wrapping one of my hands around the chair leg, the other pressing firmly into the carpet. My guilty conscience is flaming. "No, Sir. I'm sorry. I should've told the truth."

"You should've, young lady. That was an error of judgement on your part. I'm going to make sure you never decide to blatantly lie to me or anyone else ever again, is that understood?"

By now, tears are burning in my eyes and threatening to spill. I know how badly I messed up this time and knowing how disappointed you are in me not only makes me feel disappointed in myself but makes me frightened of the punishment I'm about to receive.

"Yes, Sir. I'm really sorry..." I say, feeling myself choke up.

You rub soothing circles on my back for a moment. "I hope you mean that and I'll see to it being true. After your spanking is over, you'll be forgiven. Clean slate. Alright?"

"Yes, Sir." I say, a final time, before you start really letting me have it.

Your hard hand falls all over my bottom in rapid succession, covering the area just below my back right down to the top of my thighs where my sit-spots are.

I grit my teeth, noting you're truly no-nonsense about this one. All of my bottom quickly heats up with sting.

A few minutes pass and you stop, guiding me back to a standing position. I know what's coming and start to whine with dread.

"No," You say, holding up your index finger and giving me a stern look. "You know you deserve this and you're going to take every bit of it like a good girl. If you're going to act like a child, you can stand in the corner with your bare butt on display before we continue this discussion. Is that what you want?"

I shake my head, adding a "No, Sir", and let you unbutton, unzip, and finally push my jeans down to my knees. Tears roll down my cheeks as you put me back over your lap, locking in my legs this time.

As it turns out very quickly, that gesture of securing me into place is much needed. You bring your hand down on my semi-naked flesh again and again, causing me to squirm and eventually kick my legs, but there's no way to escape your hold.

"Oww... oww, I'm sorryyyy! It huuurts! Pleeeease stop!" I cry and plead, but you don't oblige.

"It's supposed to hurt, little girl. I intend on making you remember this spanking. I'm not going to stop until I'm certain you've learned your lesson."

I sob at that, then whine some more as I feel you pull down my panties to join my jeans. It's not like the thin layer of fabric did much to prevent any sting, but it certainly adds to my embarrassment.

You don't waste any time before going back to delivering quick, hard smacks to my already sore behind. I howl and blubber apologies, but you don't mind me and focus on the task at hand.

Just when I feel like you might never stop, you do, and rest your hands on my back again to give me a moment to calm down. Far too quickly for my liking, though, you help me to my feet and grab me by the upper arm, escorting me to the corner I spent ten minutes in earlier.

I want to protest, but I do not have it in me anymore, so I just continue to cry.

Once in the corner, you direct my hands to my sides, warning me about rubbing at my sore skin before taking a seat and letting my second time-out of the day commence.

With no way of knowing how long you're intending for me to stand here, I use all of my will-power not to reach back and touch my sore bottom, knowing you've got your eyes on me... regarding your handiwork, which is - I'm sure - crimson-colored.

Eventually, my tears begin to subside a little and I merely let out a sniffle here and there.

You then decide to release me by calling out to me. "Now, young lady, come back over here."

A shiver runs down my spine, but I do as I'm told, shuffling over to you with my bottoms still around my knees.

You take my hands in yours, stroking my hand with your thumbs softly.

"You've taken the first part of your punishment well, darling, and I expect you to take the second one, too." You say, having anticipated my reaction, it seems, because you hold up a hand to silence me as my eyes go wide.

"Do not make me add any more swats to your tab, little girl. You've got thirty with that large, oval paddle coming to really drive this lesson home. Go and get it for me." You instruct, letting go of my hands and giving me a little push into the direction you keep your implements.

Unhappy, but clearly out of options, I waddle over to the shelf and scan the various tools, swallowing as I spot the one you've ordered me to fetch. I've only gotten this particular paddle once before, and holy hell did it bruise me up for days, making sitting and even sleeping on my butt impossible.

As I grab it, I'm surprised to be reminded of just how heavy it is and my fingers travel over the smooth wood. I do not want to deliver this for you to smack the lying out of me, but what choice do I have? Cringing, I turn and walk back to you, pouting as I hand it to you.

"Good girl. Let's get this over with. Put your hands on the chair and stick out your bottom." You say, standing to give me the space.

Blushing again, I do exactly that, though not without shooting you a pitiful look. My heart rate picks up as I hear you take position and feel the hand you put on my back to steady me. And before I know it, the paddle plops down on my left cheek, hard and noisily. I whimper, fidgeting in place.

"Stay still." You warn, followed by another swat.

The punishment goes on that way, with you alternating cheeks, making sure to once again cover every already sore and flaming part of my bottom, and with me increasingly voicing my pain and regret.

"I-I'm sorryyyy, I'm s-so sorry Sir, please, I-I can't take it..." I sob, eventually. You pay me no mind.

"That's 20," You declare, giving me a swat that almost causes my knees to buckle. "You can and will take these last ten, young lady, and you're going to count them followed by 'I'll be honest, Sir.' Is that clear?"

I just continue to bawl at that, wondering how I'm supposed to get through that, but take a deep, shaky breath and pull myself together as best as I can, wanting the punishment to finally be over.

"Y-Yes S-Sir."

Without another comment, you tap the wood against my bottom, then swing it against my bare flesh.

"Ah-owww, one, I'll be honest, Sir!"

The rest of my spanking passes without incident, thankfully, but once it's over, I feel about ready to cry for a week because my butt truly, truly feels as if it's on fire and, emotionally, I feel very small and very chastised.

When you help me up and take me into your arms, I feel even smaller, but any remaining guilt evaporates.

"Shhhh, it's alright now, sweetheart. Your punishment is over and done with and you're forgiven. You took it well. I'm proud of you." You say, putting one hand on the back of my head as you rock back and forth. "Shh, baby. You'll be alright. You're my good girl once more. I love you."

Despite my misery, I smile into your chest, my heart full. "I love you too, Sir."