I was actually yelling, between coughs, that the stuff was old-fashioned and stunk and didn’t do any good at all. I finished my tirade with the loud declaration that I wasn’t going to take any of it, and she must really be stupid for still wanting to use it.
She didn’t say anything – she just set the tray down on the nightstand and pulled my covers down. I’m still not sure how she did it but I was suddenly grabbed by the arm and in an instant, she was sitting on the bed and I was draped over her lap.
Spanking was not a frequent occurrence at our house, so I was surprised and terribly embarrassed when she started to spank my bottom with her hand. I was sobbing and crying long before she was finished. I think her arm got tired before her anger abated enough to stop.