Scene?

Matthew rests in his usual position. Molly brings the drawer out with her folded shirts. She holds the drawer down for him to see.
Molly: Seriously? You might fold shirts like this on your time, but not on my clock.
She dumps the drawer out onto the floor and spreads the shirts around hastily with her hand.
Molly: Now, go get number 5.
Matthew crawls to the spare room and comes back with a square, black wooden hairbrush. He offers it to her and she takes it.
Molly: Hands behind your back.
He does so and she restrains him tying his forearms at 9o degree angles so that he may not cover his ass with his hands. He is on his knees. She removes her panties and stuffs them into his mouth.
Molly: Bend over!
He does so. Quite a humiliating position
Molly: This is what's going to happen Matthew. I'm going to give you eight licks with this paddle and you'll count every one. Afterward, you'll re-fold all these shirts.
She takes a few "practice" swings. She reels her arm back as though she will strike hard, but she doesn't. He flinches. She giggles with delight.
Molly: Oh, Matthew. I'm going to paddle your ass until it's pink and warm.
She strikes him once on the left cheek
Matthew: Umpf!
Molly: What? I didn't hear you.
She strikes him again just a bit harder.
Matthew: UMPF!!
Molly: That's one.
Her eight licks turns into twelve. As promised his ass is warm and red. She takes the gag out of his mouth. His breath is heavy due to the intensity. She waits s moment before speaking to him.
Molly: Are you here Matthew?
Matthew: Yes, madam.
Molly: Do not move until you have permission.
Matthew: Yes, madam.
Molly: Kiss the implement.
He does so and she drops it to the floor just inches from his face. Her cell phone is ringing. She picks it up and answers enthusiastically "Hi mom!". She's wearing nothing but thigh high red vinyl boots. She plops down onto the couch within his view and crosses her legs. Matthew is quite turned on by the distinctive crunch and squeak of the vinyl as she continues her conversation; her leg gently and rhythmically bouncing. She chats with her mom for about ten minutes before hanging up. She rises off of the couch and goes to Matthew to release him.
Molly: Sit up.
He obeys and she frees his hands. Again, he is in his position.
Molly: What do you say?
Matthew: Thank you Madam.
Molly: For what?
Matthew: For the spankings Madam. I deserved them for displeasing you.
Molly: Why are you here Matthew?
Matthew: To serve and please you, my absolute and undoubted Mistress, Madam.
Although his cheeks are stinging and he is not looking at her, she can see a gleam in his eye and a brief smile as he picks up a shirt to fold.