It was quiet a big living room. I was a little embarrassed, a little apprehensive and a Little frightened, lying there with my bottom exposed and afraid of what was going to happen next. However I was fully determined to see it all through.

“I would not want you to lie to your mother Peter,” stated Mrs Winters. “I would like to tell her what a fine young man I think you are, and that I forgive you for what happened to the window.

“Are you going to spank me Mrs Winters,” I asked in a passive voice. “Please Mrs Winters you must.”

“Very well then Peter,” replied Mrs Winters still somewhat baffled that I was volunteering for such a thing. “You do understand it is going to hurt though?”

“Yes Mrs Winters,  I understand,” I replied once again in a passive voice.