Caught with a sharp tongue at work, I was taken into the café backroom for my first OTK Spanking by my boss: bare, humiliated, and corrected.

She lied about finishing her chores. The cane and wooden spoon made sure she learned her lesson: Bare, bent, and OTK spanking discipline.

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.