I saw her reach for the hairbrush out of the corner of my eye and knew it was being raised over my backside.
Smack!
Mrs J brought that horrid brush down with all the force she could muster.
Mrs. J. spanked me hard and fast,
then hard and slow,
one spot several times,
then another until my cries became hoarse and my kicking legs grew stiff,
bottom not red,
but white from the force of the blows.
I cried and screamed alternately until my own ears echoed with the sounds of my distress as it bounced off the cellar walls.
I didn’t care who was watching.
This went on and on, never ending but in actuality probably only lasted eight or ten minutes.