Josh was slow to react. When he realized what was happening he tried to recover by reaching down for his underpants but soon found himself upended and seated on the floor, as naked as the day he was born. His underclothes were now well out of reach, stuffed into the side of the leather chair at which his mother was seated.
“Now, get up on your feet and stand back in front of the couch.”
Josh remained seated, knees locked together and bunched tightly to his chest, in an effort to cover himself. “Please,” the boy cried. “Don’t do this — not here — take me to my room for a spanking. Spank me bare if you want, but don’t do this. Please don’t spank me here.”