Having been here so many times before, I knew the exact ‘sweet spot’ I needed to lay in so mum would be happy with the positioning of my bottom before she started. I lay there waiting for the spanking to begin.
Thankfully, she did not keep me waiting.
Her hand made contact after less than 10 seconds, which was a relief as there is nothing worse than laying there, waiting, expecting.
Spanks followed rapidly, perhaps every 3 or 4 seconds, and she was right, they did hurt much more than usual.
This time there was no point fighting the tears out of bravado, so I just let go and sobbed so hard my shoulders heaved up and down, but I still lay there and took my punishment.
“There,” mum said. “All done. You can get up now, love.”
She must have just been admiring her handy work.
