Maybe he won't ask about my report card when I get right home. Well... That was wishful thinking. I know what's coming as I hesitate handing him my report card. He reads it over, that face tells me everything already. ow! I was expecting him to slap my butt already. What does this mean? Have I really done it now? Am I really... Am I really getting a spanking? Oh no... After he tells me to come to where he is I cry out and please. That doesn't help as I am pulled over his lap, scolded, and spanked. After what feels like an eternity, he sends me into the corner to finish my embarrassment off.