Before I could say anything in pleading or protest, Miss Moore took me be the wrist and put me across her knee. I have to say it was a position I was quite used to, as my mum was certainly not above taking my pants down and thoroughly spanking me when she thought I needed it. But to have a lady who was not my mum do it was pretty shocking.
Thankfully, Miss Moore didn’t remove any clothing to smack me, and at first I thought I was going to get off pretty easily. But in this traditional punishment position, my school shorts and pants were tightened quite effectively against my bottom and when she first struck me, I was really surprised by the amount of sting generated. Miss Moore evidently had quite a hard hand.
But eventually, it was the sheer length and slow burn of the spanking which made me start to cry unashamedly. The heat on my seat just built up and up. I must have been over Miss Moore’s knee for around five to ten minutes, having every part of my bottom thoroughly smacked, and then re-smacked.