His gaze steeled as he said "Look at what you've done!"
As he came around the couch, I knew this was not fun
He was very upset as he guided me to the lone chair.
"I'll be back! don't move! You just sit right there!"

Back with his shirt off, but that is not all I did see
What he had in his hand, did not auger well for me
He had a thick strap, which he pointed in my face
"This, young lady, is going to be your saving grace."

"This strap is going to teach you", his look was grave
"What happens to your bottom when you misbehave."
I looked up shaking at that awful large black thick strap.
'Oh why did I brat", I thought as he beckoned me to his lap

He yanked down my pants and panties in one fell swoop.
Then he twirled me right around that took me for a loop.
"I see that bottom is far too white, but I'll change that soon."
He laid me across his knee, "You'll be singing a different tune."

I pleaded him to the last, to save my bottom from that strap
But he just continued on adjusting me properly over his lap
When he started to spank my bottom, he used just his hand
But he soon had me yelling out to meet his every demand.

He never let up, just spanked my cheeks with loud smacks
I was soon kicking my legs so much, I almost lost my slacks.
Then the tears sprang to roll quickly down from my eyes
As soon as he landed a few spanks to my tender white thighs

Wow, I couldn't believe how hot my bum was getting now
But then he suddenly just stopped and scolded me and how!
He had blistered my rear and now was blistering my poor ear
I cried more as he chided to what I had in the future I had to fear.

He made me 'yes sir' to a lot of his demands and my bad attitude
And then I had to ask him to strap my naughty bottom as gratitude.
I was almost glad at the moment when he stopped his awful scolding
Till I saw that in the long pause it was that strap he was now holding

WOW, did the strap ever sting, when he smack my sore red bum
"Don't kick around so much", he said "there's a lot more to come."
He wasn't kidding either he leathered my red bottom forever
I cried and cried as he strapped me with that awful leather

I vowed I would never ever be a brat the rest of my life long
If he would take that strap for smacking where it didn't belong
He said he had heard that same story far too often, before from me
And that this time, my bottom was going to learn across his knee

I thought the fire he was setting in my bottom would never end
But he did stop and let me up. But to the corner, I was sent to mend
Not a rub was I allowed and the whole evening I was there to spend
While he sat down on the couch to work on his stuff again to very end

My bratty behavior had certainly not paid at all
I just stood in the corner the whole night to bawl
There with my swollen red behind bare, to show
Lighting the rest of the room to a bright red glow

The End