Choose a slipper. Choose a cane. Choose a ruler. Choose a uniform. Choose a big whacking hairbrush.
Choose strictness. Choose submission. Choose a disciplinarian to put you over their knee and pull down your panties. Choose to squirm and gasp as they spank your naughty bottom. Choose to get excited by your discipline, and the developing soreness in your hot pink cheeks. Choose to stand in the corner afterwards, aching with arousal, imagining just what might happen next. Choose walking down the street with a hot glow radiating beneath your skirt, your erotic secret barely hidden in plain sight.
Choose hot, stinging, throbbing pleasure.