Lying means the paddle. He made her say "Yes, Sir" before every swat. A real paddle spanking she won’t forget—bare, raw, and deserved.

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.

She broke the rules one too many times. Now she’s bent over his lap, skirt up and panties down, learning exactly what real discipline means, waiting for her OTK Spanking and some unexpected ruler discipline.

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.

I showed up late to work one too many times—he didn’t yell, just pulled me over his knee right there in the office. An OTK Spanking I’ll never forget it.

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