Dear Melissa, I get spanked too. Just the othernight she told me to report to her at 6 PM sharp!I knocked on the door and was called in. She called me over to her by crooking her finge r without saying a word. Then I felt her undoing my belt and I started to moan "no" but her glare stopped me. My jeans button was unsnapped and my fly unzipped and when she started to pull my pants down my underpants started to get pulled down too. I rea ched for my jockeys and she slapped my hands and told me to keep them down. Without further ado she pulled the tangled mess of my jeans and underpants right down to my ankles, and pointed to her lap, again without saying a word. I was already in tears as over her knee I went, and she hairbrushed me till I was bawling like a baby and begging her to stop. I couldnt help the way I kicked my legs and howled, she really broke me down with that hairbrush. No sooner did she stand me on my feet when she stood u p and grabbed my ear. I hadn't even had time to grab my poor bum and rub, and I was being marched off to the corner and ordered to stand there and not to touch my buns or I'd be right back over her knee. I just stood there and miserably tried to get my c rying under control. She did her nails, and read a magazine, and made a few phone calls. She called me over and hugged me very hard. I completely broke down in tears again. I thanked her for spanking me and kissed her hard with a face full of tears. S he took me to bed and we made passionate love for hours. My bottomstung and prickled awful, I was one well disciplined and well loved boy. Love, Sandy [C:\4321]