- “Pass me my slipper Martin.”- “Pl-please.. Sob.. Sob.. Auntie, N-not t-the..Sob.
- “Pass me my slipper Martin.”- “Pl-please.. Sob.. Sob.. Auntie, N-not t-the..Sob.. Sob..slip..Sob..Sob.. Not the slipper! Sob..Sob..Sob.. ” Pleaded the crying teenager who’d just spent five minutes over his strict aunt’s lap, having his bared bottom relentlessly smacked. - “You’re absolutely not in position to decide the course of events, young man!” retorted his aunt, punctuating her words by another tremendous slap on her nephew’s already sore behind. “ But If you don’t want me to use my slipper, perhaps I could borrow you your belt for the rest of your spanking. So what’s it going be Martin? ”The resigned culprit eventually took off his aunt’s slipper and handed it to her thinking it was the wisest choice if he ever planned to sit down again. -- source link