With great force, his hand struck my skin. Tears instantly erupted from my eyes as the tingling sensation continued to remind me where his hand had been. I struggled to be free from the hands of my father. But before I could get away, his hand met my tiny bottom again. The spanking accomplished its goal. sort of. I knew I wasn’t supposed to “talk back” although I didn’t know what that meant. Make no mistake, the love of my father for his Jewel is greater than I can express here in this blog. But, the fear of getting in trouble and getting spanked again and not knowing why followed me around for weeks. I noticed that just thinking about that spanking would send fearful tingles throughout my little body.
Sometimes I still have fearful tingles.
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