Mac shivered. This was so unreal! But he realized that he was going to do it: he was going to allow Faith to spank him.
Perhaps the memory of this pain and shame would give him the motivation he needed to practice his accordion as he should.
“All right,” he said as he winced. “I’ll let you punish me.”
Faith opened up her purse. She pulled out a hairbrush with a large, oval wooden base.
“Drop your pants and get over my lap,” she ordered.
“Drop my pants!” he shouted incredulously. “You can’t mean that!”
“Yes, I do,” she told him. “It will sting more when the flesh isn’t protected by clothing. Bare bottom, Mac. I won’t take anything else.”
Mac took a deep breath. Once again he shivered. He put his hands on his belt and slowly unbuckled it. He undid the top button on his fly and pull
