W is for Wall Time, Better Known as the Dreaded Corner

I hate corner time. To me, corner time is just a hideous waste of time that could be spent writing…or getting into trouble. Some days, it’s a toss-up.

I’m lucky enough to have a husband that uses corner time sparingly. Mostly, I think, because he doesn’t want to have to stand there and police me. …Okay, well that just backfired. I paused there to ask the hubby why we never did corner time. I then read to him what I’d written of this post and he sat there, all thoughtful like, and then said, “Mostly, it was because of time constraints. Now that I’m retired, I’ve got the time and I think we ought to start doing corner time.”

“But I hate it! It’s boring! All I’m doing is just standing there!” And then I mouthed off a little and repeated the comedy sketch Bill Engvall did that pertains to corner time, all throughout which he just watched me, one corner of his mouth curling up in that way that said, ‘Go on. Keep digging.’

“That’s the whole point of the punishment. It’s supposed to be boring. It’s supposed to leave you nothing to do but reflect on what you did to put you in that childish situation. Not only do I think we’re going to start doing corner time, but you’re going to have to wait until afterward to get your spanking. That way you’ll have plenty of time not only to think about your behavior, but also to think about what you’ve still got coming.”

Ooo. He’s good.

Okay, this whole post now officially sucks. Big ol’ monkey balls.

Today’s example of corner time comes from Natasha Knight’s The Firefighter’s Girl. This was an awesome book. I love her work and buy just about everything the second it’s published. I highly, highly recommend this story to anyone who loves loving authority delivered by a very down-to-earth dominant man in a domestic discipline scenario. Masters of the Castle has its place, but domestic discipline was and will always be my first true love. 🙂

“How can I not be emotional?” “Exactly my point,” he said, walking her backward toward the far corner. Talking would only go so far with her right now. “What are you doing?” she asked when he turned her to face the wall and tapped the spot just in front of her nose. “I’m giving you your first lesson,” he said. “Sawyer…” “We’ll start with some time spent in the corner with your nose touching the wall right here.” She turned, but he forced her back. “This spot, Rebecca. Your nose touches this spot.” “I don’t understand.” “Nothing to understand. Nose touches the wall, just like that.” He stepped back and looked at her, ready for her to turn around, but she did not. He could imagine she was processing, he expected that and he would work with her to do just that, to learn how things would be, to learn what he expected and how to obey him. “Good girl,” he said, looking at his watch. “We’ll take half an hour here before your spanking and another half hour afterwards.” “Spanking too?” she asked, turning around. “Nose to the wall.” he said. She turned back. “Good. Now drop your sweat pants down to your ankles. I want your bottom on display.” “Sawyer!” she said, her hands coming to cover her bottom. “Take them down, Rebecca. And while you’re being disciplined, you’ll call me sir.” She turned her head and met his gaze, but it wasn’t with a smart remark this time. This time, it was with a questioning look, one that betrayed her insecurity, her desire to trust. He remained firm. “Go on,” he encouraged. “Do as you’re told.” She blinked then faced the wall before reaching for the waistband of her sweats and dropping them so they pooled around her ankles. The sweatshirt was long enough that it covered half of her bottom and Sawyer went to her and rolled it upward so it sat just above her waist and her bottom half was displayed for him. His cock thickened, but he wasn’t done yet. “Interlace your hands at the back of your head.” She began to move her arms upward, then hesitated, but slowly did as she was told. Sawyer stepped back and just watched her for some time, the look of her standing there as he’d said, her pants down around her ankles, the visible print of his hand when he had smacked her just moments ago, her arms high, nose to the wall awaiting her spanking, it made something inside him come alive with a fierce roar. She was his to protect but also his to discipline. “Good girl,” he said. “Stay just like that. I’ll be back to spank you in half an hour.”

Like I said, love, love, LOVE this story.

When twenty-eight-year-old Rebecca Banks learns that her next physical therapy patient is none other than Sawyer Hayes, she stays professional, but deep down she can’t help but panic. She hasn’t seen Sawyer for ten years, and their last meeting ended with him giving her a spanking she would never forget. Now Sawyer is the fire chief in the small town that has become her home, and it is an injury sustained in the line of duty which has brought him back into her life.

Even as he works hard on his recovery, Sawyer’s mind is on something else—repairing Rebecca’s trust in him. When her deadbeat boyfriend and his family implicate her in a serious crime and she’s sent to the local jailhouse to await trial, Sawyer pays her bail and brings her home with him under the condition that she obeys him… and that disobedience will have consequences.

Rebecca agrees, but when she defies her self-appointed guardian she soon finds that a hard, bare-bottom spanking is far from the most embarrassing punishment Sawyer is prepared to employ. Though Sawyer’s punishments leave her with cheeks blushing as red as her well-spanked bottom, they also ignite feelings and desires she never knew she had, and soon his fierce need to dominate and lead her is matched by her growing need to obey him.

Rebecca and Sawyer’s newfound romance grows quickly, but the stress of preparing for her upcoming trial continues to build and she fears the verdict will send her to prison. Can her firm-handed firefighter protect her, or will she be torn from his loving arms?

Publisher’s Note: The Firefighter’s Girl is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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