Turning it around it face me, and then sat down on it, carefully stroking away the creases in her skirt.

“Now lie over my lap.

You, my boy, are in for a spanking.”

I stood rooted to the spot.

I first I couldn’t believe my ears, but her look of impatience hurried me up.

I tottered over and slowly began to lower myself over her.

She impatiently grabbed my arm tugging me down firmly.

“Normally my guests can just expect to receive the hairbrush from me.

But because it is you I think I will use my hand as well.”

A life of maintaining a guesthouse had turned this large woman into quite a powerful woman.

as well as my bottom quickly found out.

The spanks were hard and fast, covering every area of my bottom.

Very soon I was wriggling around, as the pain became increasingly unbearable.

“Please Mrs Hargreaves! I’m really sorry!” I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Not quite enough.” Her spanks continued for a little while longer, before finally, thankfully, she stopped.

“Now get up and go and stand in that corner, hands on your head.”

I desperately wanted to rub my bottom, but I didn’t dare to disobey Mrs Hargreaves.

I so desperately wanted her to like me again; I couldn’t bear to disappoint her again.

Just as the heat was starting to subside, Mrs Hargreaves decided to call an end to my corner time.

I looked nervously at the heavy hairbrush she was holding as I moved back over to her lap.

“Now Theodore, this is going to really hurt, be a good boy and everything will be alright.”

Her words were soft and reassuring, it felt so right to be over the lap of this wonderful woman.

Smack!

The pain stunned me.

It was incredible, far, far worse than the hand spanking.

Smack!

I couldn’t take it, it was too much.

Smack!

“ouuuuuuuuch!”

Smack!

“Please Mrs Hargreaves.

It hurts!”

Smack!

“Just be brave.”

Smack!

“It’ll all be over soon.”

Smack!

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeee!” I was sobbing.

Smack!

“Nearly over.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The last two were the worst of the lot.

My bottom throbbed angrily.

I twitched around, desperate for some signal that it was okay for me to reach up and touch it.

“Now get up and give me a hug.”

I scrambled to my feet and reached over to hug her tightly.

She patted me affectionately on the back.

“Good boy.

Now go to your room.

I’ve got supper to make.”