I looked at her pleadingly. “Mommy, please, no! I love you. I’ll do the dishes.” “I know you will – after your spanking. I love you too. Now, lay over the bed.” Duly, I lay over the bed. I already had my hands covering my clenched bottom.
The waiting was awful. I began crying really loud – I knew everyone could hear me, but I couldn’t help it.
Whack, whack, whack! “Ow! Stop! Oooow!” I reached my arms behind me and put my hands over my bottom. “Get your hands out of the way!” Mom grabbed my hands and moved them to one side, then continued the spanking. The sound of the brush against my bottom was piercing to the ears. Smack, smack, smack!
I was screaming by this point, begging her to stop. My bottom was stinging and burning with each spank. I didn’t think I could take any more. I turned over on the bed, my bottom against the blanket underneath me. I was sobbing uncontrollably.