It’s really quite simple. When you act up, you get punished. When you talk back, when you sass me, when you disappoint me, I paddle your little bottom. I strip down jeans and your underpants. And I put you across my lap. You can squirm and you can fight. But when it’s over, you will have a sore, red butt. There’s no escaping your punishment. Once I’ve made up my mind, your fate is sealed. I’m in control, not you. Does that make you feel small? Good. You are small.

You are a naughty, spoiled, smart-mouthed, little brat. You are a child. Do I have to take you across my knee right now? Hmm? Do you need a reminder? I think you do. I think you need a dose of the brush. I think you need a bare bottom spanking with the hairbrush. That’s exactly what you need. To be put in your place.

Just wait till I really lay into you. Oh, I’ll make that bottom glow. I want to see remorse. I want to see tears. The spanking doesn’t really start till you’re crying. And it won’t end till you completely surrender. Till you give up and accept it.

You can give up. I give you permission. I give you permission to be small with me. Everything is simpler when you’re dangling over my knee. When you don’t have to make any decisions. That’s who you really are, isn’t it? That’s the power of corporal punishment. Spankings are the only way I can get through to you. Bare bottom spankings.