No one calls me that! Unless of course I'm in trouble and going to get the hairbrush on my bare bottom. (back in the day you could spank bad children and not get hauled off to jail.) I clenched up immediately. (you would too! it hurts! trust me.)
Then she proceeded to "dress me down" for my breakfast beverage of choice. "I'm going to tell your MOTHER!"
If you are concerned about my health - voice your concern. Just please, PLEASE, do not scream out my spanking name.
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