Heather came to me with her usual complaints of too much homework from her college courses. She had an assignment due on Thursday and here it was Monday already with no work done as of yet. She always comes to me with these problems so we can talk or do whatever is necessary to help her. She is a whiner which drives me crazy.

We sit on my bed and begin to discuss why this work was not even started yet. She begins to tell me that she can not think and that maybe I can help her. I always know that when she says that a spanking is in order here. I talk to her for a bit but we seem to be getting no where fast. I tell her that she is to be spanked for a few reasons. She looks at me as if to say "what have I done?"

I tell her that she knows she is to come to me immediately after class so we can discuss her project. she failed to do that. Offence number one duly noted.

She failed to even try to do the project. Offence number two duly noted.

I notice that she is getting a defensive look and soon will begin to pout. I have her go to the drawer where we keep our spanking implements. I instruct her to get the hairbrush and bring it to me. She balks at this but goes and does it. During this I have made myself comfortable on the bed. She hands me the brush and stands on the left side of the bed as I am left handed.

I pat my lap and without a word she places herself over my lap. Previous to this I had her remove her jeans but leave her panties in place. I pat her generous bottom and begin to scold her. She always puts her head on the pillow I place for her and looks at me while I scold. I have her tell me why she is to be spanked as I love to hear her say it. She looks at me with her beautiful brown eyes and tells me what I need to hear. Shortly after that she squeezes her eyes shut and puts her face deep into the pillow.

I begin to spank her and scold. I say things to her that she has heard many times before during a spanking. With each whack of the hairbrush she promises to do the work that was assigned to her. Her feet begin to kick and she is saying "ouchhhh" or "owwwww". As I continue the spanking I see her bottom is beginning to take on a lovely shade of pink. With that I lower her panties and tell her the "real spanking " will now begin.

I raise my arm and bring that hairbrush to a crash on her naughty bottom. By now she will promise me the moon and stars if only I will stop spanking her. I continue to spank as I realise that this naughty girl has not yet learned her lesson. She begins to cry and tell me she will never do this again. I spank her until she is spent and lying over my lap softly sobbing.

After I have stopped spanking her I take her in my arms until her tears are dry. I have her stand in the corner for a few minutes to continue to think about her behaviour.

When her corner time is through she tells me that this will never happen again. the ironic thing is we both know it will happen again and happen soon......

Anonymous - Jan 2000