Now we can take care of the second order of business,” she said as we arrived at the living room sofa.
I asked her what she was going to do.
She replied by seating herself and pulling me face down across her knees.
This was a position I was more than familiar with at home.
However, I was used to mom doing it, not a complete stranger.
I became quite contrite.
Hoping to beg my way out of my just desserts.
But Mom’s friend was not buying into that.
She encircled my waist with her left arm.
Raised her right.
And her open palm came down across the summit of my left buttock.
Yelping from the sting, I pleaded with her not to spank me.
However, my pleas were to no avail.
Her hand began coming down briskly and readily and alternated from cheek to cheek.