I felt sick with nerves, as I climbed onto the sofa and lowered my stomach onto the chair arms.
I noted that this position was, at least, more comfortable than standing on my feet, bent over the kitchen table.
“Five minutes of this should clean out your mouth,” she said grimly.
The spoon stuck my left side, then my right.
The first blows were not really painful.
But after about 90 seconds, every inch of my bottom had been smacked and the blows continued to rain down.
The spanks of the spoon that had already been hit hurt a lot, yet still, they continued.
At last, I cried out in pain, something I’d never done while being slippered.
The blows on already bruised flesh were just too much.
Tears welled up and I remember saying, “Please, enough.”
There was to be no mercy.