Over the Nanny’s Knee, Part 2

The story continues…

This story is a continuation of Over the Nanny’s Knee.

It was Friday afternoon. Standing in the corner of Nancy’s room, holding a big wooden spoon in my hands with my pants and underwear at my ankles wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time, but there I was. I had followed her instructions to the letter which she had written down and slid beneath my door…