By the five minute mark, his bottom was blazing red and Billy was sobbing uncontrollably and incoherently an he twisted back and forth on her lap, bouncing up and down yet held securely in the vice grip of Mrs Wilkins’s thighs. She paused somewhere around then and began scolding and questioning him again for a few minutes. And for that he was extremely grateful, even though he knew she was not finished with him by any means. At least he was able to get his crying under control and promise never to drink gain until he was eighteen and so on. She also told him that he was taking his spanking very well and that she wouldn’t need to use the paddle on him after all.
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