The strokes sounded fearsome.
The last bit I couldn’t make out, the whacks didn’t sound so loud but he was really yelling and begging his Dad to stop.
My cousin got a spanking and slippering in his room next but I was just left in my room, heart in my throat.
My uncle tried calling my Dad long distance but they were out.
When he came into my room I was told to get into bed and that he would deal with me once he had spoken to my father.
To cut a long story short, it was two days later (constant teasing and arse thwacking motions from my cousins, who were threatened with double doses each but didn’t get them, that time!) that he got through to my Dad.