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His bottom was hot to his touch, terribly swollen, and the skin felt tough and leather like. He could barely see through the tears flowing from his eyes, his entire body quaked and shuddered. He could not control his sobbing and crying as he pitifully gasped for breath. “Put your hands at your sides,” Blanche demanded. “I want Edith to clearly see the effects of a good, sound spanking.” He obeyed, and Edith was astounded. Billy’s once pink striped bottom was now beyond crimson. Whitish blotches were surrounded by the bruising outline which the hairbrush had traced over the entire surface of his plump bottom. “Now turn around and face Miss Parsons. I want to hear a sincere apology from you. If I don’t, I’ll march you down to the lake and repeat this very same spanking in front of all your friends and everyone else at the beach.” Meekly, and with sincere contrition and re-morse, Billy turned and raised his eyes to those of Edith Parsons.