“Yes.”
“No, asshole! You don’t speak, that’s the lesson I’m going to teach you today. Now it’s up to 60 strokes. I don’t really care. It’s your ass that I get to beat. If you even moan or make the slightest sound during your little paddling, I will start the entire session all over again. If you scream, everyone in the neighborhood will hear you. Understand?”
The fly swatter was a long-handled leather paddle. The stiff but flexible shaft allowed it to gain great speed as it soared through the air. The four by six inch leather surface had a multitude of holes cut in it, allowing the air to go through so its speed would not be impeded. A fringe of stiff leather strips decorated the outside edges of the weapon. As it swished through the air at mach speed, the initial hit against my tender f
