Over the Nanny’s Knee, Part 3

The story continues…

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Continued from Over the Nanny’s Knee, Part 1 and Part 2.

Going over Nancy’s lap for a spanking ended up being every bit as uncomfortable and embarrassing as I thought it would be. And I would have said that even if she hadn’t made me open up all of the windows, but that obviously made it even worse. I knew that she was getting off on asserting her dominance over me. Her temper was fierce but there was a certain something that gave her away. I was tempted to ask her about it, but I was afraid of what the consequences might be.

Once I had all the windows open she came marching downstairs. She didn’t say anything. She just grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from the kitchen window until we were in the middle of the living room. She picked up a chair with her free hand on the way over and plopped it down. She sat on the chair and pulled me across her knees before I could even react. My palms went to the floor and my hips curved around her right knee. She grasped me by the waist and placed her leg over both of mine. The wooden spoon had been between her teeth the entire time.

“Alright,” she said. “Here are the rules. You can wiggle and cry all you want but if your butt falls out of range of my spoon, even once, we’re doing this again tomorrow. Is that understood?”