How many more? And then what's he going to use on my poor bottom ?

The Sword of Damocles

She might be almost nineteen, but there was just so much cheek he could take from Vanessa before he snapped and, as he had done so often in the past, threw her across his knee to give her a good hiding. To begin with, he had intended to let her keep her panties on, but she wouldn't stop struggling, clapping her right hand firmly against her bottom, kicking her legs. So he had pinioned her with his left arm and whipped those thin white knickers down to the top of her thighs. Her yells of outrage only served to reinforce his determination to give her a spanking that she wouldn't forget in a hurry. He was deaf to her indignant pleas that she was 'too old for this sort of thing'. He raised his hand high...