She looked at her wrist, although She stopped wearing a watch ages ago. “You’re late. Again.” He sighed and opened his mouth for a lengthy explanation, but Her words slashed through his vocal cords like a knife through butter. “Drop down your pants, Harold.” He looked baffled and had a got-run-over-by-a-freight-train look in his eyes. Sure, they’d played some kinky games before, but it was a bit too early in the day for that. He quickly snapped out of it though, shrugged his shoulders and dropped his pants. “Come and lay over My knees,” She said. He knew what was coming, but he decided to call Her bluff. Come on, She wasn’t really going through with this, was She? She was. She spanked him with all Her fury, using Her hand, a hairbrush and a paddle. He cried out for Her to stop, but She would not, it was time to teach him a lesson. Besides, there was something growing hard in his pants. So there you have it: it’s never too late to be in time for a harsh spanking.