227 Summer with a strict nanny

My fantasy: a summer with a strict nanny

POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy.  I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish.  You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly tell him what I want.
POOF!

One summer during highschool, my parents went on a long over seas trip.  They were willing to leave me on my own for short trips, but for this long one, they sent me to stay with an older woman.
I arrived late on a Sunday...
and summer days passed until the following Sunday afternoon.
She approached me in my bedroom and said, quite sternly, "Strip to your underwear, and join me in the living room."
My mouth opened to protest, and she walked away.
I got up and stripped, and went to the living room.
"Stand at attention," she said, as she sat on the couch, with a notebook in her hand.
I did so and 

she began reading from her notebook:
"Monday ... I had to tell you twice to get out of bed. I had to tell you twice to come to the dinner table."
"Tuesday ... I had to tell you twice to make your bed.  You left socks and underwear in the bathroom, I had to tell you to pick them up."
"Wednesday ... I had to tell you twice to pick up your room."
"Thursday ...  Twice to get out of bed, twice to make your bed."
"Friday ...  Twice to clean up the kitchen.  Twice to take out the garbage."
"Saturday ... Three times to get out of bed.  Had to tell you to pick up your underwear in the bathroom. Twice to come to the dinner table."
She closed the notebook and looked at me.
"These are all demerits,  reasons why your are going to receive the punishment I'm about to give you."
"P..punishment?"
"That is correct.  All week long I will track your demerits, and on Sundays you will suffer the consequences."
She stood up, and stepped away and came back holding a cane.
"Go to the table there and bend over it."
Slowly I went to the table, and bent over.
She stood behind me and 

delivered twenty strokes to the seat of my briefs as I grunted and moaned then
she lowered my briefs and continued ...

and delivered another twenty strokes as I moaned and sobbed.

"Now get up and go to that corner and get on your knees with your hands behind your back."  

Still sniffling, I went to the corner.

"Remember, every Sunday and more often if I think you deserve it!"

I sniffled and 
I closed my eyes.
POOF! I was home again.