An adult story about spanking, read with caution
The sounds had faded, so had the bright red marks. Looking back in the mirror, she cupped her sore cheeks, pulling and twisting for the best view. She avoided her eyes, the shame was still there. That was more painful than a hundred strokes of the cane. Why couldn’t she get past the hurt?
‘Honey, you’ve spent long enough hiding in there. Come out before I put you back over my knee!’