I just can't help it.

Pictures of wooden hairbrushes take my mind to being over the knee of some very sexy man, the brush in his right hand, his left hand pushing up my skirt. In my ear, he's telling me what a naughty girl I am, all the while, waiting for my wetness to spread across his knee so he can berate me for that, too. 

Is that wrong?

Oh who asked you.  It's not wrong.  It's hot.

Go make up your own fantasy if you don't like it!

*grin