“You are a big boy now and should be able to take a little boy’s spanking without fidgeting so much!” I tried to be still but the burning was growing hot and uncomfortable. Breathing was becoming difficult and I gasped for air. My legs kicked and thrashed and Miss Craven intensified her tempo. Now she was spanking me at a blow per second, a rapid bam-bam-bam that threatened to overwhelm me. I moaned loudly, wiggling frantically. “Please, Miss! No more, Miss! It hurts!” But the hard spanks continued. Tears stung my eyes and I shook my head furiously. It was not fair. How could she do this to me? Dread filled me as I remember the caning was still to come! Surely not. Surely this spanking was my punishment.
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