I rarely got to see Cindy, my year-old niece, but she and I had become great friends over the years. When, however, we had finished eating, she dismissed Carol and said she wanted to talk to us. Tell me when sixty seconds are up. This is what happens when an 11 year old girl needs to be spanked, young lady, and it can well happen to you again, Cynthia Dawn. As I watched the small spider-web form in the glass, I knew that there would be trouble.
Obviously a skilled spanker, with a tireless arm strong from countless tennis volleys, her slaps where swift and sure.
At the seventh she leapt up with a scream and started rubbing her bottom. At the second stroke I yelped and stood up again. When she turned and looked right at me for help with her tear streaked face, I felt horrible. The first hairbrush-spank cracked across my bare bottom, giving me more surprise than pain. My last recollection was Auntie coming home with a gentleman friend, Janice giggling and calling out: