Over Mrs Johnson’s lap2

I thought of what she said for weeks afterwards. I’m not sure how much longer it was after that, but one evening my parents went out and took me to Mrs Johnson’s house so she could babysit me. I personally felt I was a bit too old to have a babysitter, but I couldn’t stay home alone either. The evening went pretty well until I was told to put on my pyjamas ready for bed. I put up a fuss but eventually changed into my nightclothes. After I had done so, Mrs Johnson called me into the living room. When I got there, she was sitting on a wooden armless chair. She called me over to stand in front of her and then gave me a lecture for about 15 minutes on why I was going to be spanked. Before I knew it, I was across her lap to be spanked. I had never felt such fire – but the strange thing was, I knew I needed every smack I got that evening.