Morgan lay on the bed, biting her fingernails, crying a little, pouting a little. She was shocked. Her boyfriend always threatened to spank her when she was acting out and being bratty, but hadn't until today. He'd spanked her! Actually pulled her pants and panties down, pulled her struggling and objecting over his knee and spanked her bottom with a wooden spoon while scolding her for having an attitude! Part of her was indignant, part shocked; but an undeniable part of her felt attracted to it, if not a little wet because of it. He had showed her that he really would spank her! Then sending her to lie on her bed and "think about it"?! Was she a little girl being disciplined by her dad? Part of her rose in indignation but again part of her felt drawn to a man who would put her in her place, who would tame her bratiness with spanked butt cheeks and a firm scolding as he spanked. She eventually got up and pulled her pants and panties back up. Going to the kitchen she found her boyfriend cooking dinner, humming. When he saw her he smiled at her! She came and nervously gave him a hug from behind. Without even fully knowing why or what she was saying, Morgan said, "Thank you, Daddy!"
