NOTE~ (Word count 496) This story was inspired by the picture of the watch so I am entering this under the picture category.

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Sitting still waiting by the doorway listening for her to come up and talk to me I wait and think all kinds of horrible things. Wishing that I could turn the clock that ticks on my bedside table backwards just a few hours so that time was at my control and she wouldn't know at all.

I picture a great device instead of the alarm clock it's the spanking alarm. Kids across the country would vote me the most popular kid in the world for making this clock!

My mind did that thing it does all the time that the adults hated and I was soon seeing the pictures of exactly what my invention looked like, even the cool colors that I would make it come in at the store.

It would work just like a regular alarm clock that adults used but instead of going off when you wanted to get up you would only use the spanking alarm when you needed to get time under your control to get out of a spanking. It would have lots of features like making time go fast and back and stop, just like on my parents DVD player it would also be able to skip forward big chunks of time.

I was jolted out of my inventive mindset when the door opened with a click and closed again with a louder bang that she used to startle me. When she saw the look on my face that told her that I wasn't doing what I had been sent up to my bedroom to do.

"Well let's begin shall we!", I was pulled up from my spot on the floor against the wall by the door by my wrist and led towards my bed as she sat down her hands were unzipping my jeans and pulling them down without another word.

Her palm landed sharply on my panty covered bottom and soon my owes and ouches were followed by kicking and squirming on her lap, all of which were ignored by her as she administered the first portion of my spanking.

My bottom felt like it had been ironed like the shirts that my father wore to work each morning by the time she stood me up with a sharp swat to my right leg and an order. "Go get me your hairbrush this instant!"

With a loud howling yelp and jeans at my ankles along with my panties I shuffled to and from my dresser getting the large engraved wooden hairbrush that held my initials had been a gift for my last birthday. I was back over her lap and my bottom on fire even more as N/N for naughty/Nancy was spanked into my bottom, once I was let up for my dance time in the corner. I was back to my inventing as the spanking alarm pictures were back in my head as I rubbed my sore bottom, the first color that would be offered red!