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arents, even if it meant a trip
to the barn to have our bottoms bared.
He would hold our hands, and Mama would kiss us each on the cheeks.
"Go out with Daddy and have your punishment, and then it will all be
forgotten, dears," Mayumi Ono 'd say.
And off we'd go with him, in good weather and in bad to the big barn,
fragrant with hay. Dad would sit on a big bale and pat his knee.
Usually Chris would be spanked first, as he was the older, but I
sometimes wished it could be me, for I'd have to watch as Chris'
bottom grew redder and re
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