Tapani could hold himself together for the second whack, but after the brush returned for a third time, he started to cry openly, commenting every follwing spank with loud cries and shouts.
"Ah, oh, pleeease", he whined. He grabbed the legs of his uncle, concentrating hard on keeping them in front. The pain in his cheeks was just growing and growing, and he knew that there was nothing he could do. He felt helpless, ashamed, and also guilty about what he have done.
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