It seemed like forever, standing in the corner. My dick still stung and my butt felt like ground beef. Gretchen seemed to have forgotten my existence.
Staring into a corner is terribly boring, and I couldn't seem to entertain myself because I was in so much pain from the whipping.
I assumed that Gretchen would eventually forgive me and invite me over for a hug, or at least some more verbal abuse, but there was nothing.
Nothing.
I began wishing I'd just sat and watched television with her. This was horribly boring.
Gretchen watched several TV shows. At one point I turned around.
"Dear, can I come out now? It's been forty-five minutes."
Gretchen looked over at me calmly. "Come here, Miles."
I walked over to her eagerly. She still hadn't put her sweater on. Maybe it would be fun time now.
When I reached her, sitting on the couch, Gretchen pointed to her lap again. "Lie over it. You apparently have learned nothing."
I began blubbering. "N-no, please honey, don't--"
Gretchen reached up and grabbed my nipple through my shirt and dragged me over onto her lap as I screamed.
WHACK! "When I tell you--"THWACK! "To stay in the corner" SLASH! "You stay in the corner!"THWAP!
Another thirty with the heavy wooden Spencer paddle, and then she tossed me off her lap, and I began sobbing loudly.
"Now get back in the corner. If you bother me again, I'll get my leather scourge, so get with it, asshole!"
I ran back to the corner, sobbing like a four year old girl.
I stood for nearly an hour more, my legs aching. This was one hellish time-out! Suddenly I heard the door opening.
Tom's voice came up quite loudly. "Hey what's up Gretch? Check out the BB gun Stu has bought for his nephew...cool huh?"
Gretchen: "Cade, Stu, Tom! God I'm glad you guys are here, I've been so fuckin' bored!"
I heard Gretchen kissing the men on the cheek, and waited for the inevitable comments about my red bottom in the corner.
Cade's voice: "Oh fuck, what's going on with Miles? His butt looks like--Miles, come over here!"
Gretchen: "Miles is being punished. He can't leave the corner until I say so, and I'm sick of him."
I began weeping in the corner softly, and then not so softly.
WHAM! Someone threw an almost full beer can and it hit me on the back of the head, spilling down my back.
"Miles is a queer-boy, la-la-la" came Stu's voice to the tune of the childhood Nah-nah-nah...
Ker-thunk! A heavy glass ashtray slammed into the back of my head, and I just hid my face in my hands, weeping softly.