I progressed next to her bottom, a place I had seen before under different circumstances. I was afraid to ask her this, but I knew it was necessary for me to properly heal her. "Cathy, I need you to lie across my lap. No, Im not going to spank you. At this point, its the most efficient way for me to clean you up and prevent infections." She seemed to understand.

It was a few days before I heard from Cathy. Id wanted to hear from her sooner, but I also needed her to call me. She had promised me that she would. When she finally did call me, it was clear that things had not gone well. My parents had answered the phone first. I dont know how they do that, but they always seem to answer the phone at the same time. It was really their house, though, so they knew the phone was usually for one of them anyway.

I had been friends with Cathy Smith for only a few months. We were both . Our friendship had blossomed quite rapidly, though. We had both come to the same college after graduating from high school. It turns out that we didnt even live that far apart from each other, but because we didnt go to the same elementary or high schools, neither of us knew each other back then. Cathy had shared a lot with me about her past. Although her father had occasionally threatened to spank her during some of her more rebellious phases while growing up, and Cathy was certain that had he done so her mother

I put my left hand on her back, and raised my right hand, and brought it crashing down with full force right in the middle of her bottom, which quivered under the blow. As she cried, I left my hand there because I wanted to remind her, without words, that she still had something left to do. I began to dig my finger into her crack as a further reminder, which seemed to get her attention quickly. "Five," she said. I decided that the last five didnt need to be counted.