Sandy pulled him to the side of the stall and had Mikey bend over and grab the handicap rail, his head leaning into the pink metal wall. With her left hand she lowered his pants from just below his bottom all the way to his knees, gravity took over from there and the pants fell another four or five inches. Sandy took up position on the side of her son, pulling him into her hip. Mikey’s bottom was visible to the women and girls who congregated around the door. Sandy started again with the brush, if the spanks sounded like the crack of a pistol with his pants up, they sounded like shotgun blasts on his bare bottom. Mikey’s bottom was already an impressive shade of red from the first six spanks. Each time his mother delivered another spank with the big wood hairbrush Mikey’s bottom would wiggle about and turn yet another shade of red.
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