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.