A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon
She rolled back the sleeves of her shirt,
unfastened the top button and loosened her tie. She
retrieved her gloves and pulled them on.
She walked over and stood before me. As I
have said she is significantly taller than me and I had
to tilt my head upwards to meet her coolly steel gaze.
She told me to lower my arms and then took
me firmly by the wrist. “Come with me, young lady,”
she told me and started to stride purposefully across
the stables towards a conveniently positioned bale of
hay.
I had to scurry a little to keep up in order that
I was not being dragged, which would have been a
tad undignified.
We reached the bale of hay and she sat down.
In one fluid movement she gave my wrist a tug and
pulled me downwards across her lap.
She was all business, flipping back my short
skirt and rolling down my bumbags.
“Stretch out,” she commanded. “I intend to
give you a damn good spanking.”
I shuffled into position and felt myself being
pulled tightly into the crease of her lap. I feel the
leather of her glove tapping down on my upturned
naked flesh and then she raised her arm in the air
and brought it down with an explosive smack.
It was not long before I felt the surface of my
bum beginning to warm up delightfully.