I know that she is really mad, and she should be. I was careless and irresponsible. Aunt Jayne will punish me. I deserve it. Aunt Jayne spanks. I never ever got spanked until the first summer I came here. She spanks with a little piece of leather that looks like it broke off something longer. It flaps around and doesn’t look like it would hurt, but it does. Then, after she spanks with that, she pulls my pants down and spanks me again with her hand. She says, “Billyboy, if I just used my hand, it wouldn’t hurt. What’s the good of a spanking if it doesn’t hurt?” I guess she has a point. She says the leather is a warm up. A good name for it. The sun is setting now. I keep peeking around the edge of the barn at the house. Aunt Jayne is rocking on the back porch with our dinner on a tray sitting on the table.

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