My house My rules

My house my rules
It’s time for a spanking from mistress and all the talking on the world won’t get you out of it”
Well you live with me now, so make up your mind. You can bend over and take your punishment; of you can get your things and get out. My house, my rules; what’s it to be?
Did you take a look at the scratch, its tiny?
You borrowed my car and you brought it back damaged: you can take your punishment or you can go.
I’ve got nowhere to live, you know that.
Better get you pants down then, you’re getting it on your bare bottom, six strokes for the damage to my car, and then another six for taking so long to get into position for your punishment.
That’s better, on your tippy toes, and I want you to count each stroke.

“This is the way to do it, lay the rules down early and make sure you enforce them, some mistresses start to slide down the path to leniency. I don’t recommend it. Make your rules and make him follow them.”