She sat on the toilet and pulled Dee Dee face down across her lap. Taking the wide backed wooden hair brush from the counter, she started spanking him briskly.
SPLAT! SMACK! SPLAT! SMACK!
She spanked him until her arm was tired and he was sobbing brokenly, his wild kicks, outraged screams and threshing about atop her lap long forgotten. Finally, when the tub was filled, she stood him upright. “Now, let’s get you washed up and there will be no more of such a thing happening again, will there, little girl?”
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