The price of deceit, part III

After I had rubbed my sore bottom for a minute or so, Mrs Taylor ordered me to put my hands back behind my head. “Well, Robert, normally, at this point, this would all be over and forgiven. However, as you have been a naughty and deceitful boy, you are only half way through, with another six to come. Not a very nice thought, is it”? 

“No, Miss,” I snivelled, now really becoming conscious of what was happening in my shorts, and glancing down to see the beginnings of a slight bulge in my front.

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