‘Oh well, at least I am not last,’ I thought, and rather than be pulled unceremoniously over the nun’s knee, I moved quickly enough to do it myself.
That was some price rescued in my book.
That lasted about 3 seconds, exactly the amount of time it took the nun to clamp me down with her left paw and apply the first colossal blow to my bottom.
“Jesus Christ” I blurted out and then instantly regretted it.
“Do not take the Lord’s name in vain, young lady!” scolded Sister C as the second spank landed directly on top of the first.
She’d done that on purpose, I thought. Spank, spank, spank.
Another spank every 5 seconds or so, moving around my already sore bottom, spreading the pain widely before covering the same ground again and again.
I was not counting, but I knew I must have had the same number of spanks as Mary already.
However, the Sister’s hand beat on regardless.