At home, I usually began crying openly as soon as Mother sentenced me to a spanking. At school, all spankings were given by the nurse, Mrs Bigwither. The teacher would call her on a special phone and she would come collect the unhappy Since her office was in the basement far from the ears of any students, I always started crying earlier when spanked at school too. By the time I walked down the stairs and down the long hallway to her office, my face was usually tear streaked. Mrs Bigwither always made me stand in the corner while she finished what she was doing. She never finished in less than five minutes. And she always used corner time afterwards as well. From the moment I entered her office until the completion of my punishment when she called me out of the corner for a hug of reconciliation, I cried like a little boy. In some ways, I cried hardest afterwards when she held me in her arms and said things like,

“We’re all finished with your spanking now, sweet Daniel. You’re my good little boy now, aren’t you? I know you learned a good lesson over my knee, didn’t you. Yes you did … yes you did. You’re Mrs Bigwither’s good little boy now. And you’re going to be on your best behavior so Mrs Bigwither doesn’t have to spank you again, aren’t you? That’s my good little boy. It’s clear that spanking helped a lot, didn’t it? Yes it did. If you behave like a naughty little boy again, you’re going to get another spanking from Mrs Bigwither, aren’t you? Mrs Bigwither doesn’t like to spank you but sometimes she has no choice, does she? Are you going to be a good little boy for Mrs Bigwither from now on?”