I didn’t have time to think long before the paddle swung through the air and landed firmly across the middle of both cheeks. “OWWWW!” I shrieked and both hands flew around to rub the sting out of my rear. “Bend Over!!” my mom yelled and once more my hands went down. This time the paddle struck just below the imprint of the first one, on the lower cheeks of my rear. WHACKKKKK! I hollered again and jumped up to rub frantically. I began to cry and once again beg her to stop. My butt was on fire from just those two licks but there were more to come. “Move your hands!” she commanded but I just couldn’t. “No, Mom, pleassssee, no more….” I cried, still covering myself.
Michelle’s Paddling4
