Break

Belinda had no idea how long she had been standing there, and she had no idea how long she had left. She knew better than the sneak a glance at the timer, especially knowing that Mr. Wilson was sitting right there. Sure, his nose was buried in the paper at the moment - but she didn't want to chance it.

She'd already made a bad situation worse, which is why she was in the corner in the first place. It all started when she broke a vase, when she had cleaning the house. She should have just taken the 24 paddle swats without talking back, but she couldn't help herself. Wilson had warned her several times throughout the punishment that she was pushing it, but when she really crossed the line was right after swat number 21. She couldn't help herself. "Scheiße! Mein arme Popo! That hurt! Verdammt, give me a break!!!", she yelled.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she was in trouble.

"A break, you say? Ok. I can do that."

Wilson firmly took hold of Belinda's arm and marched her, with her pants still around her knees, to the wall. He firmly placed her hands on top of her head. "Don't move!". He sternly barked. Belinda knew better than to say a word.

Wilson disappeared for a moment and then returned. He stood directly behind Belinda. She heard a sound, but she couldn't tell what it was.

"You asked for a break, and I'm giving you a break. I've set the timer for one hour. That's your break. Then we'll start your paddling all over again from the start!"

"Aber Herr Wilson!!!!" she started to protest.

"And consider this your one warning. I'll be sitting right next to you reading the paper. If I hear one word, or look up and see you've moved your hands off of your head or your nose away from the corner, then I'm doubling the swats."

Belinda gulped hard, knowing she had no one to blame but herself.