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I've been stuck in corner time for what feels like forever, and I'm getting a little impatient. My big white cotton panties and ankle socks are no comfort as I'm being a brat and complaining about my punishment. But when you threaten to spank me, I pretend to be scared... but we both know I'm secretly craving it. Instead, you order me to spank myself with a wooden paddle, and I protest, begging you to do it for me. I reluctantly give myself 12 hard spanks, but that's not enough - you also command me to cane myself 24 times! I complain and beg to go across your lap, and finally, with my panties pulled down and my cheeks red, I get my wish... sort of.