Grandma stopped the slapping, let mom’s wrist go, crossed her arms on her pajama covered big b
Grandma stopped the slapping, let mom’s wrist go, crossed her arms on her pajama covered big bosom and stared at her.“Oh I know you will be good, after I’ll tan that big bottom of yours with the brush!” my grandma told her.“Nooooo please Mama!” my mom pleaded while a new stream of tears melted her mascara that dripped on her cheeks “I can’t take it!…my bottom is already soooo sore!”“You can, and you will…” my grandma told her, “Go and fetch it.”https://www.amazon.com/dp/B095MC125N -- source link