Her spanking was far worse than my mother’s and I was one well spanked young man.
But I still had one more trial to endure!
A strapping over the back of the chair.
I was ordered to stand, turn around, bend and grab the seat of the chair.
I was to receive that strapping on my already tortured bottom and upper thighs.
I groaned, embarrassed in a very uncomfortable position and the knowledge that I was on full display in front of the others.
Then the strapping began!
It was a totally new kind of hurt and pain, but it wasn’t so bad anymore.
I didn’t care if it went on and on.