When he gave me the first swat that notion left. There was a loud bang and then nothing but massive fire upon my bottom. I thought I had sat on a hot branding iron.
The next seven were carried out just as hard and hurt just as badly but I had determined that I would not shed a tear, whimper, or show any effects at all. This man was not going to break me. After six swats he began to see my resolve and did everything he could on the next two to break me but it did not happen. That was the most pain I have ever felt and even though my bottom was on fire and blistered I rose when told to and walked out of his office without a word.