He warned me. One more strike on the fridge list, and I’d get disciplined hard. I didn’t believe him, but I should have. Naked Corner Time and the Paddle waited for me.

He made me kneel naked by the fire with the paddle beside me. Waiting was the punishment—until the final twenty swats began.

He caught me touching myself without permission—and now I’m bent over a block, counting strokes with the switch I had to cut. A real outdoor Punishment.