I stomped out of the house half blinded by my tears, almost spraining my left foot then I missed a step. I was so angry that I kicked at a particularly large box making a dent in it. I stopped and starred at the damage braking out in a cold sweat. Mom or Aunt Helen would have my hide for that. I looked back to see if anyone was looking, perhaps I could get away with it if I pretended as nothing had happened hoping they would think the dent had occurred then the box was loaded.

Then it dawned on me that this was my chance at getting away. If I started running I could reach the harbour before they started missing me. There I could find a boat and be on my way. Be on my way to where? With only girls clothes and no money, and if I didnt got away then what. I could probably count my self lucky if a got spanked to death immediately but with my luck I would more likely end up living till I was a hundred years. This island was as secure a prison as any with real bars and locks. Drying my tears I started picking up boxes and suitcases.

 

I had just carried the last piece luggage inside then I was grabbed by mom and dragged into the study there large bookshelves covered the walls from floor to ceiling. First I thought it was because of the dent I had made in one of Aunt Helens boxes but it turned out to more simple than that. Mom had decided I was in need of just another lesson in humiliation just as a preventive measure. While the twins arranged a large chair for me to bend over, mom and my aunt began to pull up my dress and then to pull down my panties exposing my diapered bottom. After the diaper too had been removed I was made to bend over, the twins grabbed hold of one of my arms each.

– Please mom, why? What have I done? I begged of her but she took no notice instead she picked up a vicious looking bamboo cane and began testing it by swishing it up and down. The sound got on my nerves. Time and again did I twitch thinking the spanking was to begin but she just continued to swishing the cane, so then the first blow fell I was totally unprepared. The pain was white hot and I screamed at the top of my lungs, jerking violently almost succeeding in getting loose but the twins tighten there grips once more. More strokes fell on my poor defenceless bottom till I was sure blood had been drawn. I was almost unconscious after the twelfth and last stroke with no more air left to scream.