Intensive Care4

“All right, young man, if that’s the way you want it. But let me tell you this. I’m going to smack bare bottom, and if I have to come and get you I shall draw the curtains back first, then all the other children will see your behind getting tanned. Is that what you want?” Jimmy reluctantly slithered from beneath the sheets, a brown study in blue striped pyjamas. It was bad enough that the other kids would hear him being done, let alone see it. He made one last conciliatory effort. “Please, sister, I’m sorry.” “It’s too late for sorry, I’m afraid.” Alice’s thumbs went in the waistband of his pyjama bottoms and smartly yanked them down to his ankles. “Over my knee, you naughty boy.” Jimmy fell forward over Alice’s lap in the traditional punishment position for children. He felt the coarse cotton of the nurse’s uniform against his groin, and his pyjama top being lifted clear of his behind. A healthy-looking bottom, Alice noted approvingly, quite a high pink colouring to it already. Time to adjust the shading.