I blushed deeply for the second time that day but managed a tiny ‘thank you in response.
We kind of sat on the situation for a couple of months.
Work was a bit more awkward after what Brenda had done to me,
However, I had this deep desire for more discipline from her.
So it was that I called in again one Sunday morning.
This time, Brenda got to the point immediately.
“You here for what I think you’re here for?”
“Uh-huh.” “Right – you come along with me, young man.”
Once again, she took the punishment strap from the drawer but this time she linked her arm to mine and guided me upstairs to her bedroom.
This time she drew a small chair out from one corner of the room to the center.
“This is gonna hurt,” she said quietly.
“Bend over there, right now.”
I obeyed and waited for the whipping to begin.