Well, at least it was a success that earned me spots on something....

(places said rump across smartina's proffered lap)

Well it is actually much worse that I first explained. I knew that there would probably be a spanking booth at this event. I had been in previous weeks, and had never really thought of myself as really being that into it, but the prior week I came home with a thorough set of bruises...and the next week I was back like a junkie jonesing for a fix. Must of just been really good technique. But backt the soiled knickers. Mine, definately. Several others, most probably (I did have an audience, several of which made happy gaspy noises when they saw said lacy undergarments). And then there were the balls...I definately need extra punishment for those. (Ben-wa balls can be so mischiveously delightful, because I know what is happening, but you don't, at least until my knees get weak and I have to sit down.)

Swift, to the point.
I knew Smartina would come up with the right solution.
Maybe I am too old to try my hand at spanking the culprit.
(Smarty would never allow me to smack her rump)
But am drawn to provoding what God intended.
Compromise is the only way out if this fix - so I send you
marching to the corner of thisaustere detention room - your deviant
rump still showing the marks of Martina's chastisement.
And you can wait there for the next punisher.