I know my panties say that, Sir, but...

Now, I’m sure that this news will come as a frightful shock to many of you but I’ll come right out with it: I have been getting spanked quite often of late. Often, and hard. It’s almost as if BH doesn’t care that I’m a world-famous author... more than once I have been tempted to cry “You can’t do this to me! Don’t you know who I am?” as he takes me over his knee and flips my skirt up. But I don’t, because I know that it wouldn’t make any difference: BH always has an answer to my protestations. The rotter. And his retort to that particular line would probably be something like “I certainly do know who you are – you’re a naughty little brat who needs a good spanking!”

Darn that silly, circular Top reasoning!

Anyway. This is just my way of saying that I have summoned the nerve to present another bit of Penny porn for your delectation: a snapshot of my poor, innocent, much-abused bottom, taken – here’s a first – mid-spanking. Here it is...

Now, I ask you. Who could ever bring themselves to punish such an undeserving behind? To slap such an unappealing derriere? To make a sweet, pigtailed, thumb-sucking little girl such as I kick and squeal and plead for mercy? (Don’t answer that). I mean, it’s so unfair! I get forced to dress in all-too-authentic school uniform; made to sit and write lines as if I were a wayward fifth former; talked down to and scolded if I dare answer back... and as if that treatment wasn’t outrageous enough (sensitive readers might want to sit down for this bit) I get turned across the end of the bed and spanked! Me, a grown woman!

And get this! Even as I yelp and squirm and promise in my humblest voice that I’ll never be naughty ever again, my cruel, mean, horrid teacher has the audacity to tell me that I NEED to be spanked – for my own good! How does he work that out? So okay, on the occasion pictured I had been a teeny, tiny bit cheeky during detention, pouting and teasing and making eyes and accidentally dropping my pen and bending over to pick it up in a deliberately provocative fashion. So I was dressed in my school gym kit with an adorable little pleated skirt and sexy knee-length socks, a combination guaranteed to put lead in my strict teacher’s pencil. So I was wearing panties that have ‘spank me’ written prominently across the butt. That’s still no reason to smack a brat!

Erm... right?

The picture above was taken quite early into the spanking, as I’m sure the trained spanko eye can tell. My panties are still up, for one thing, and my bottom is just starting to blush from the attentions of a hard hand. Trust me, it got redder. And sorer. Especially when the spatula was applied.

I hope you like it. (And I hope all you meanies clamouring for poor ickle Penny to be spanked are happy... sniff, sob!)

I could probably do with a new pair of ‘spank me’ panties, btw: the ones pictured have seen better days. But it’s BH’s fault – he pulls them and stretches them and yanks them up and down, the beast! :(