The Spanking Spoon and The Lakeside6

  This hurt unlike any pain I had ever experienced and it gave me a burst of adrenaline, causing me to slither like a snake from her grip for a second, trying to scramble away. My aunt caught me and pulled me back to her lap like a hook, before continuing to go to work on my already sore behind, holding my back down with her other hand. Every so often, she would stop to lecture about the dangers of the lake and how I’d better listen. However, to tell the truth, I was not listening enough to truly absorb the lecture – all I could even think of was the fiery blows of the spoon as it thoroughly punished my errant rear. I screamed and pleaded for mercy – something which was not given. “I’m sorry!” I wailed. “Oh, you will be sorry!” my aunt replied, as she continued to swat my bum with that evil spoon. I’d only been smacked with it a couple of times before, and never for this length of time.