“Yes, as I imagined,” said Mrs. McKenna, confirming her suspicions with the young woman’s silence. “Therefore, for this action, nothing less than a good bum whipping with the strap can do. Peter, would you be so kind as to take it?”
Just at the mention of the strap, a shiver ran down Peter’s body. Anxiety and dread filled his eyes as he hurried to obey his Mom, opening the closet where the cleaning tools were kept, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached for the feared object.
There, hanging on the back of the door, was the strap.
It was a broad and heavy strip of thick leather attached to a wooden handle. Peter had experienced its fierce kiss on a couple of occasions, and just the sight of it terrified him. With that dreaded tool in his hands, he remembered how, on those occasions, he had begged his Mom, pleaded with her, not to use it on his vulnerable bottom, but it had been time wasted, and both times he had ended up sleeping on his tummy for many days afterward.
Excerpt of Spanked College Boys
