When I caught Lucci in my bed-half naked, hard, and clearly not having learned his lesson-I knew exactly what to do. Just minutes before, I had spanked him soundly in the bathroom, yet here he was again, shameless and disobedient.
So, across my lap he went once more, his bare bottom high and vulnerable. My hand came down firmly and relentlessly, each smack reminding him that I decide when he rests, when he misbehaves, and when he suffers the sting of discipline.
By the time I was finished, Lucci's cheeks were glowing red, sore and tender, the perfect reminder as he crawled into bed: he may be eager, but he won't get away with disobedience. Tonight, he go to bed with a hot, punished bottom.
