Auntie Gege had a good, hard hand for naughty children and the spanking really hurt.
By about the fifth smack I was already in tears and after the tenth, I cried freely for the remainder of my punishment.
When the punishment was complete, I lay over Auntie Gege’s knee for a few minutes more, bawling and sobbing.
When my crying had softened sufficiently, Auntie Gege helped me back on my feet, hugged me, and told me that she loved me very much but that I had deserved my spanking.
She pulled down my nightie again to make me decent, then escorted me out to my tent in the garden, where I slept on my tummy for the night and softly cried myself to sleep from a mixture of pain and guilt.