The voices from Jenny ‘s room were not as loud as from Tammy ‘s, but they were no less sincere. I know that agony that Jenny experienced alone in her room as she heard the scolding and spanking in the next room. I was wondering if Mom would spank Jenny, but Jenny likely knew that she was next. Being the second of two consecutive spankings is almost as bad as being spanked twice
As soon as the door closed, Jenny started bawling out loud. “I’m sorry, Mom. It’ll never happen again, I promise. Honest, Mom, I don’t know what happened, Mom, and I’m so sorry. Please, Mom, please don’t spank me, please?!?”
In many ways we three girls are very similar, but in many other ways we are quite different. When a spanking was due, Tammy always tried to talk her way out of a spanking by loudly bawling and placing the blame on someone else – anyone else. Jenny may have done that when she was little, but I remember Jenny as being much quieter, much more sincere and earnest, and only rarely blaming anyone.