“Really? You’d really let me take over punishing his buns.”
“It’s only fair.”
She smiled in agreement, and the deal was set.
The next Saturday night become our day of reckoning.
Kathleen, just as I instructed her, did nothing to Andrew the entire week before. No lectures, no punishments, no paddles, no straps, not even a mention of it. And just as I figured, when the two arrived at our house that evening, Andrew was frustrated, perplexed and beside himself with unmet needs.
Because I wanted some time to access Andrew’s state of mind, we began the evening as a typical social gathering, no mention of punishment or spanking, not a word.
“You have something up your sleeve, don’t you?” Douglas asked, when we were in the kitchen getting our drinks and snacks. I’d told my husband nothing of
