After two minutes, Belinda had painted Johnny’s fanny a deep pink and draw the same kind of babyish crying Billy heard from him during a “little chat” with Mrs. Wilkins. With a final flurry of spanks, Belinda stopped and said,
“You naughty thing, this is only a warm up of the spanking you and Billy have coming as soon as we get home from church. Just be grateful I don’t take you two down to the church basement just before service starts and spank you there so everyone will know you were naughty. Johnny, you can lie on your bed if you want while I give Billy what he has coming but then I want to see you dressed right away after that. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Belinda”, Johnny said, his tears already beginning to dry as Belinda hugged him and he hugged back.
“Good boy, Johnny. I can see you learned the start of a lesson, didn’t you.”