Miss Jacobson Returns

Miss Jacobson has returned after yet another shopping trip. She descended on me just as I had finished showering and I actually opened the door wrapped only in a towel. She swept in and greeted me with instructions that I was to be ready for bed in twenty minutes.  I calmly explained the fact it was my office Christmas party night and that I would not be home until very late, possibly not before 10 pm. Miss Jacobson said nothing as she removed her jacket and made to sit down. As she did so she grabbed the corner of the towel and spun me around as if I were a spinning top. I whirled and landed naked across her lap, neatly in place for a smacked bottom. Minutes later, I was standing painfully in the corner nursing my burning backside and listening to Miss Jacobson explaining over the phone to my manager Miss Gregory that I was unable to attend that evening because I had been a naughty boy and was being put to bed early with a sore bottom. I was mortified, but Miss Jacobson ignored my protests and soon had me dressed in my floral winceyette pyjamas, pink slippers and quilted dressing gown. Later, when I was tucked up in bed, I wondered how I would explain myself to Miss Gregory in the morning.