I instinctively reached back to protect my poor bum but my hand was held with super-human strength, I slipped forward and suddenly found I was over just the one knee – now I couldn’t move my legs. I pulled faces and squeezed my eyes tight.
I told Mum it was hurting. She just said: “I know.” I asked when she was going to stop, but her only response was: “When I’m good and ready.”
I am not entirely sure how long into the spanking this was, but with the struggle for freedom lost and unable to protect my stinging rear, I remember shaking my head from side to side. The carpet blurred as the tears started, overwhelmed with the burning sensation in my bum. I relaxed, accepted my fate, and lay still and cried as mum continued to spank me, hard and fast.
