One snarky comment too far earned me a real OTK spanking. Bare, over his knee, I learned exactly where the line was—and why it matters.

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.