I did what any sensible, well spanked teenager would, and ducked into a bathroom to cry and check the damage. And, again, oh my Christ! My butt had a huge purple mark on the right cheek, a smaller one on the left and red all around both. There was no doubt bruises were in my immediate future. I struggled to get my jeans back up, dried my eyes as best I could and slipped into class for the last 10 or 15 minutes, keeping my head down so nobody saw my face.
Thankfully, I walked to school, because riding a bus would’ve been torture. My mom still loomed, and I knew she wasn’t going to be happy. Breaking school roles and being ‘slutty’? I was in a whole hell of a lot of trouble.