Those hurt the worst and I moaned every time, well aware of the fact that he had warned that I was going to get switched there too.
He thrashed me hard enough that I lost all semblance of rational thought.
The only thing on my mind was my bare bottom and the next fateful strike of the switch.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back the inevitable tears to come.
Just when I felt like I was moments away from crying, he stopped thrashing my backside so that he could trace his fingertips over the top of the welts he left behind.
I sniffled and tried to calm the hammering of my heart. For several long seconds, my body remained tense but as he continued to explore my scalded bottom with his fingers, I started to relax.
Those same fingers ventured down to the backs of my legs where several welts burned more sharply than all the rest.
