Stand in the corner

You get off your knees and go to the corner he's pointing at. He follows behind you and pushes your nose into the corner.

“Stand there, you silly little girl, with your nose in the corner, until I say so. Here,” he says, pulling your arms behind you and crossing them. “keep those like that, and get your toes into the corner too.”

You obey, and find yourself wedged into the corner, feeling very silly and very exposed, your reddened ass clearly visible.

Whatever else you may be feeling about this situation, however, it's clear that it turns you on. Even when you were being spanked you felt an erotic charge coursing through you, and now, waiting obediently in this corner like a punished child, you can feel the moisture between your legs, your swollen cuntlips. Your chest is flushed, your nipples hard.

You wait for some time, not daring to look back to see what Mr. Franklin is doing, though you can smell cigarette smoke, and can hear him occassionally rustling newspapers.

Some time later, you hear him sigh. “Well, I suppose you've learned your lesson, Janet. You can collect your things and go.”

You obediently collect your clothes and dress contritely.