And so it began. Mrs Hamilton spanked me, like a little boy across her knee!
She was right – I didn’t feel lucky at all. Within seconds I was crying. At first that was partly the relief of not receiving the cane. However, in no time at all, my tears, howls, yelps and pleading were down to purely to the pain of the smacking Mrs Hamilton was giving me. It was agony. One soft, warm hand held mine tightly as the other set fire to my bottom.
I bawled my eyes out. I begged for it to stop. I said I was sorry a hundred times. But on and on it went. The only time the spanking paused was when Mrs Hamilton adjusted me back into position. Then she tightened her grip and resumed the punishment.