OH MOM, STOP, PLEASE!” I sobbed through my tears. I was hollering, crying and running around her in a circle as she held me tight and smacked my legs with the paddle. After three licks to my legs, I assumed somewhat of a squatting position with my hands grasping my upper legs which were on fire. That left my bottom once again exposed and the paddle found an area that it had missed, just above where the first smack had left its imprint across the middle of my butt. During this time I heard a vehicle go by on the road, only about fifteen yards from where I was getting my butt tore up. I remember the added embarrassment thinking it was probably someone who knew me, maybe even a classmate at school.
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