Then she swung the paddle downward, forcefully and accurately, and continued to do so for what her brother felt was almost an eternity…
SMACK!! WHACK!! CRACK!! SMACK!! WHAP!! SMACK!! CRACK!! WHACK!!
As Carlton vainly twisted his hips and kicked his legs, Nantessa cheerfully walloped his plump, rapidly-reddening rear end with her specialty-ordered, Penitatas-rated wooden paddle. As she alternated from one blazing buttock to another, focusing her stinging swats on his sensitive undercheek areas, her young sibling’s wails merged into one continuing long, childish “Waaahaaahaaaaahhaaaa” while his upturned naked nether cheeks bounced merrily with every resounding smack of the hardwood impacting against them.
Grinning girlishly, Nantessa wished that the ‘woodshed session’ would never end–which is exactly how it seemed to her babyishly blubbering new little brother.
Sleeping meant flashback dreams and awakening meant wake-up sessions with Nannie’s rump-plastering paddle–for the foreseeable future, Carlton realized dimly while his tears continued flowing…