On second thought, perhaps just staring into a corner is't so torturous after all. Even the second round of spanking doesn't sound so terrible. . .
Might be worth trying to part the curtains- just a little- to relieve the tedium of the wait.
Corner time destroys one's sense of time. It would be much easier if one could see how much time had, or hadn't passed. There is an exquisite torture, however, in knowing that the time is only barely out of one's line of sight. Perhaps it's worth a peek. . .he might not notice, right?
It should be easy enough to nudge a book into reading position without him noticing. . .
This may work, though I think it's easier to think when one is comfortable. For example, it's easier to think when one's bottom isn't smarting. I think I should mention that to him next time, I'm sure he'll see reason.
I think I might be able to fit one of these in my apartment without any passing vanillas noticing. . . then again, a few non-vanillas might get the idea that I need cornertime, so perhaps I won't invest just yet!
I think I might actually prefer staring at the wall.
As close to enjoyable as corner time could possibly be. Would it be too much to request in a soft cushion, fluffy robe, and steaming mug of tea?
I think I'd prefer standing, given the choice. Although it seems well-padded, I'd imagine knees would get sore far faster than feet. Besides, I doubt I'd manage anything like a graceful dismount.
I'd have thought that a time out would be a lesser punishment, but perhaps cornertime is preferable after all.