Unlike earlier, Jessie no longer had a diaper covering her rump to absorb some of the shocks from her sister’s swats. It took all of three swats from Elizabeth’s hand before Jessie was wailing for mercy, but Elizabeth was intent on teaching her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. About thirty swats later, Jessica felt Elizabeth’s body relax. As Elizabeth moved her leg out of the way, Jessie crumpled to the floor at her feet, sobbing hysterically in pain and humiliation. She trembled as her sister began to speak again.
“Now, I’m going downstairs for a few minutes. I’m going to use the big girl potty and then I’ll probably get something to drink. In the meantime, you are to have your cry and collect yourself. When I come back up here, I want to see the most cooperative baby girl ever, ready to have her diaper put back on.” With that, Jessie was left to her sobbing as she knelt on the floor.