Usually it was after dinner that I deeply regretted my serious misbehavior as I was bouncing, twisti
Usually it was after dinner that I deeply regretted my serious misbehavior as I was bouncing, twisting and squirming across mom’s lap. I howled in earnest as I felt the hard wooden back of the hairbrush burn my bottom cheeks with each smack. Every 3 or 4 seconds for at least 3 minutes the smacks of the brush landing were drowned out with the sounds of my howling pleading and bawling during which the sting just got worse and worse till reaching that unbearable level that turn a big boy in nothing more than a blubbering little kid over his mommy’s knees. -- source link