The Upper Hand

Will stood before Miranda with his pants down around his ankles.  He didn’t seem to know what to do with himself.  He fidgeted.  There wasn’t much sign, in his tightie whities, that he thought this was a good idea, at least not yet.  I was pretty sure Miranda could take care of that.  She certainly takes care of it with me.

“Now Will, I believe you said you were in need of a good, hard spanking.  Is there any reason, in particular, for that sort of discipline?  I mean, besides the fact that looking at that plump, round bottom of yours is providing me with the imperative to spank until it swells up to twice the size it is now. 

“Put those hands down and stop fidgeting.”  Miranda sat down in the straight-backed desk chair.  “Now come stand in front of me.”

Will shuffled toward Miranda with his pants around his ankles and as he stood there, with her staring at his crotch, I could see his fondest thoughts, fears, and wishes slowly move from his mind to his genitals. read more