I began to cry and wiggle as the sting spread and my cheeks burned.
Each spank was a white-hot needle.
There was no escape.
I can’t say for sure just how many spanks I received that day.
But it seemed to go on forever.
Finally, I just lay there taking them, gritting my teeth.
I promised I would never disobey her again.
Then it was over.
The last spank fell.
I heard my own breath coming in gasps.
She left me there over her lap for a minute, then helped me back to my feet.
Then I was hustled into a corner.
There I stood for a while, to ponder on what I had done.
She did not tell mom she had spanked me.
She feared mom might spank me again if she reported the incident.
She explained that I had been spanked for my misdeed, and the case was closed.