The Corner

He was sitting on the bed, leaning against the columns of the brass headboard, a pillow behind his back.

She was sitting between his legs, leaning her back against his chest. His arms were hugging her close to him. Her panties were still around her ankles, the rest of her clothes thrown on the floor by her corner.

There were tears on her face and a sniffle still in her voice when she spoke. A delicious burn had settled across her bottom, she rather enjoyed sitting on it now. She'd never admit that of course.

He was giving his arm a rest and listening to her whine.

"You want to try to explain again why you left your corner when I went to the other room?"

"I said I was sorry. You've punished me for it and I really don't think we need to discuss it anymore. I made a mistake, and it's over now and forgotten." She smiled to herself and hugged his arms closer around her.

"Forgotten?" He whispered in her ear, "I don't think you will be forgetting this so soon love."

She smiled again. His words always had such an effect on her. She turned her head to look up at him.

"What are you going to do about it Sir? Spank me again?" She wiggled against him just a bit to go along with her dare.

He was silent for a moment, enjoying their little game.

"No, I'm going to make sure you never forget to stay in a corner when I put you there. Go stand in your corner now, and keep those panties down around your ankles while you go."

She slowly got off the bed and wiggled across the room, keeping her panties in place. She stood in her corner for a few minutes, getting very hot as she waited for whatever was coming next.

"We're going to do this a little differently, so maybe you won't forget next time. Down on your knees love, keep your head in the corner, but touching the floor."

She obeyed, very aware of how she must look.

She waited in position, knowing that she was becoming very wet.

She smiled, unaware that he was silently walking toward her, ginger root in hand.