All my struggling did was get my legs lifted to the ceiling and my bare ass spanked. Every Little thinks they’ll be brave and tough when an Amazon spanks them. They won’t cry. They won’t scream. They won’t even flinch beyond maybe a bit at the sting. None of us will give the giants that satisfaction.
As of this writing, if you’re a Little reading this and you are telling yourself this, let me assure you: You’re lying. I don’t know if it’s psychological or physiological, but being spanked by that crazy bitch was the second most painful experience of my life.
Maybe it was because I knew that the spanking was the precursor to a fate worse than death; something that I’d tried to avoid for thirty-two years. Perhaps Little’s brains release a disproportionate amount of chemicals when swatted on the ass.