Over the Nanny’s Knee, Part 3

Continued from Over the Nanny’s Knee, Part 1 and Part 2

Going over Nancy’s lap for a spanking ended up being every bit as uncomfortable and embarrassing as I thought it would be. And I would have said that even if she hadn’t made me open up all of the windows, but that obviously made it even worse. I knew that she was getting off on asserting her dominance over me. Her temper was fierce but there was a certain something that gave her away. I was tempted to ask her about it, but I was afraid of what the consequences might be.

Once I had all the windows open she came marching downstairs. She didn’t say anything. She just grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from the kitchen window until we were in the middle of the living room. She picked up a chair with her free hand on the way over and plopped it down. She sat on the chair and pulled me across her knees before I could even react. My palms went to the floor and my hips curved around her right knee. She grasped me by the waist and placed her leg over both of mine. The wooden spoon had been between her teeth the entire time.

“Alright,” she said. “Here are the rules. You can wiggle and cry all you want but if your butt falls out of range of my spoon, even once, we’re doing this again tomorrow. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Miss Nancy.”

“Do you have any questions before we begin?”

“Um…yes, well…only a couple..”

“Go ahead,” she said in a voice that sounded firm, yet open.

“How many times are you going to spank me?

“That is for me to know and you to find out. What’s your other question?”

I hesitated. But I had to know. If all this pain and humiliation were to ever lead to anything fun, I figured I had to nudge it in that direction. So I blurted it out.

“Do you like spanking me?”

There was a brief silence before she answered. “Cameron, the only reason I’m not giving you extra swats this very second is that I invited you to ask me a question and it wouldn’t be fair if I punished you for doing what I said you could do. But rest assured, I find that question extremely inappropriate! What on earth would make you think that!?”

“I’m sorry, Miss Nancy! I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that…oh, never mind.”

“No, go ahead sweetie. Tell me why you think that.”

“Well, I noticed… I noticed that your nipples were piercing through your shirt.”

I felt her hot breath on my face as she bent down and whispered in my ear. “It’s none of your god damned business whether or not I like spanking you. It really doesn’t make a difference now, does it? Either way, you’re getting what you deserve and you’re finally learning to do as you’re told. Speaking of which, are you ready to begin?”

I sighed. I didn’t want to say the three words she was waiting for. Sure, I knew that I was receiving my just desserts. I had no right to protest or to delay it any longer. But the way I had to consent to it out loud, the way I had to give the signal that would begin my chastisement — the indignity of bringing my punishment upon myself. Well, I guess that was fitting. And that, no doubt, was why she had me do it.

I felt the spoon rest on my behind and I winced.

“Cameron, I asked you a question,” she said softly. The gentleness in her voice conveyed even more authority than her shouting. She didn’t have to shout now. Even a gentle reminder was enough to keep me in submission.

“I have all the time in the world, sweetie. You’re only prolonging this for yourself,” she said, rubbing the spoon across my bottom.

I swallowed my pride and mustered the bravest voice I could. For some reason, there was still a part of me that wanted Nancy to see me as a tough guy who could take it like a man, even though she clearly had no intention of treating me like one.

I took a deep breath. “Yes, Miss Nancy.”

What she said in response she said without anger. It was cold and callous as if she knew that I deserved what was coming and she had no qualms whatsoever about giving it to me in full. “Good. Now hold still.”

And so it began: the shrill smacks of the spoon that filled the house, the kicking of my legs, the wiggling of my hips back and forth, and Nancy’s fierce scolding that came with every spank against my tender moon. I decided the only way I would be able to get through it would be to count each stroke — like doing reps at the gym. And as I did I discovered that she had a method. She was spanking me in sets of ten — ten on one cheek and then ten on the other. After each complete set of 20, she rested the spoon on my butt for a few seconds and scolded me, usually asking me if I had anything to say for myself. All I could do was whine through my sniffles, “I’m sorry, Miss Nancy.” And then she would assure me that my apologies were appreciated but they were “not good enough.” And the spanking continued.

By the time it was over I had received 100 spanks on each cheek. It ended abruptly. She only asked, “Now are you going to do as you’re told from now on?”

And I replied in the only way that I was allowed.

“Good,” she said. “Now keep your pants where they are and go back into the corner in my room where you were. You’re gonna be there for the rest of the evening.”

I did as she said. To call it a walk of shame would be an understatement — my butt not only bare, but tingling with the residual sting of the wooden spoon, and tears still rolling down my face. Not to mention, my man parts were fully exposed. Luckily I had taken the time to shave in anticipation of that exact problem.

But then, to my surprise, I heard her call my name just as I reached the stairs.

“Cameron?” she said. I stopped as my hand rested on the rail. “Are you ok?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t — not without breaking. I heard her get up from her chair and the next thing I knew her arms were wrapped snugly around my shoulders. I spun around and hugged her as the tears flowed freely.

“This was a one-time thing ok?” she said in a reassuring voice. “I’m not gonna spank you that severely again, I just wanted to get the message across that I’m in charge. But you took it really well and I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Miss Nancy,” I said with a sniffle.

She pulled a washcloth from her back pocket and dried my tears. “But you’re right, you know. I do like spanking you. And since you were so obedient in taking your punishment, I intend to reward you. Obedience doesn’t always have to mean pain and tears,” she said, smiling at me for the first time since the bathroom incident.

“Really?” I asked, smiling in return.

“That’s right. Now go upstairs and wait in the corner for me. Only this time…”

Her smile took on a look of shyness, as if she knew exactly what to say next, but was hesitant to say it.

“Yes?” I asked, hoping to coax her response.

“I want you naked.”

Her index finger was pointing straight at me, and I began nodding before I could find the words to respond.

“What do you say when I give you a directive, Cameron?”

“Yes, Miss Nancy!”

She pointed her finger up the stairs and looked at me sternly before she spoke.

“Now go!”

I obeyed at once

To be continued in Part 4, coming soon!

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