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. The paddle suddenly struck again, this time across the top of my left leg, just below my shorts. I really screamed then! My mom grabbed my left arm and held it out of the way as she swung the wood paddle again, this time striking my right leg, in that tender area just below my butt.
Michelle’s Paddling5
