Pandora is waiting in the corner.
Her red bottom is exposed in sheer, frilly panties; her dress is pulled up around her waist. She’s been spanked once already, but she knows the punishment isn’t over yet. Behind her, she can hear her husband reading a book; pages turning, like the ticking of a clock. But all she can see, if she dares to open her eyes, is the corner where she stands.
She could move, of course. She could break position, rub her aching backside. She could glance behind her to see what her husband is doing. But she doesn’t. She knows that what comes next will be ever so much worse if she does.
So she waits in her corner. She waits, and she wonders: how long will it be until he finishes the chapter?