Mr J calls me into the lounge with that look on his face… and I know I’m in trouble. He’s holding my school report and starts reading it aloud — apparently, I’ve been “cheeky” to nearly every single teacher this term. Oops. I try to play innocent (well, sort of), but he’s not having it. He tells me a proper spanking is the only way I’ll learn. I pout and brat a bit — obviously — but I do know I’ve got it coming. I’m bent over and spanked firmly across my knickers and then on my bare bum, my cheeks wobbling with every smack. I moan, squirm, and protest like the naughty little minx I am, but deep down… I know I need the discipline. My arse turns pink and sore, but I still can’t help being a brat right until the end. You can almost see Mr J holding back from giving me even more!