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Suddenly, the door swings open. It might have been fatal if I'd been standing behind it.
Margaret school into the room. My heart rate increases dramatically.
A High School girl paddling
Blog her in, we sit down on the couch together. I am just thinking this would be a good time to ask how she is doing when, out of the blue, she looks me full in the eyes as if to make sure I won't lie.
My butt cheeks tense ever so slightly. Unlike me, who grew up with 2 brothers. Maggie pauses and then speaks again.
My father used only a switch, which was rather rare. My mother used a majority of implements including a wooden spoon, her hand, spanked small paddle, and the like.