Since you’re just as immature, I think you need to be handled the same way. Do you hear me, little boy? You can count on a sore Bottom next summer if I babysit for you. And the summer after that as well. I don’t care how old you are. Your pants will come down and you will go over my knee for a sound spanking every time you misbehave. Do you understand? And if I ever catch you playing with yourself, I’ll spank you again like this … even if I’m not your babysitter.” By that point, Billy could not answer her questions nor was he really expected to. He just lay there and continued to cry amidst intense little boy feelings interspersed with thoughts of himself as a sixteen year old going over Belinda’s knee.

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