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As with Samantha I made her remain in position for a while. I rather like watching the struggle of a naughty young lady fighting to resist the natural reaction of rubbing a sore, red, freshly spanked bare bottom.

I made her jump then….chuckle…by saying as smartly as a good slap, “Right, up you get, turn to stare at the wall and put our hands on your head. You can stay there a while.”

Which she did, equally smartly.

I find something very serene about being in my study with a girl, red bottom on show, in corner time, after a jolly good spanking. A bit like the calm after a storm. Only minutes before it was fast action, the rubber sole of a good sized plimsol bouncing off firm young buttocks, and her shrill voice squealing and begging for it to stop.

Now, once again, as I often remark, all I can hear is her breathing, my ticking clock, and the radiator clicking away.

My solitude was disturbed by my secretary, who has an uncanny knack of finding something to bring in when a girl is in corner time. It has happened so often that she is not at all ashamed to have a good stare, and we always smile a knowing smile afterwards.

Brigitte has a shapely bottom, and I am sure she pokes it out more provocatively than she needs to when she pops a letter in the ‘in tray’.

I watched her, and in my minds eye her bottom was also bare, in a similar state of blushing, and dressed in the same green gingham dress. I rather fancy that she thinks of wearing it too, and getting spanked by me. But alas, I fear I will never know.

She leaves and I stand and take in the peaceful scene once more, admiring my handiwork.

more to come…

Asa