Facts were cruel, but you had to face them nevertheless: Shane and Dale were outweighed. All they could now from then on was clench their teeth. – There! said Lillian. Let’s go to thesse crates and give those boys the spanking of their life! – A spanking, yes, that’s the idea! answwered a gleeful Peggy. – You have no right to spank us! ventureed Shane. – Then we’ll use our left. And now shut up or else we lead you both back to the dancefloor, and instead of a spanking here, just between us, you’ll get a very public one! Those words hit home. Here behind the marquee, onlookers hardly were to be feared. And neither Shane nor Dale cared to be seen in such a predicament. Lillian and Peggy sat down, each on her crate. – Look at this mess! said Lillian, conssidering Shane. Scraped knees, a tear in the shorts, half of the shirt’s buttons missing. I just cannot figure how boys can be so untidy. I have an idea that your mother won’t be happy when she’ll see you coming back in such a state.
Shane, Dale & The Rufty Tufty Club5
