When it did, it immediately became obvious that Brenda was putting more force into the strokes this time.
My butt was incredibly sore after only three or four swats with the leather.
By the time we got to the end of the initial dozen, Brenda showed no sign of stopping
A few strokes later, I was amazed to hear myself crying and begging my ‘Momma’ to stop.
Brenda ignored these pleas, however, and continued to thrash me for a good five minutes or so, until I was almost becoming numb from the beating.
Finally, she put the strap down on the bed and drew me up, embracing me in a maternal fashion as I had a damn good cry . She shushed me quietly and rubbed my back.
Sadly, a change in family circumstances led to Brenda moving to the other side of the country not too long afterward.
I often think about her and wonder what she is doing.