I got spanked to tears. Again... Johnny was so strict to lay my butt across the couch and pulled his rigid leather belt. Then he started beating me. Hard. Over and over again. First on my skirt. Then on my bare bottom. First I could bear it silently because I was used to his thrashings. Then it started hurting so much, I began to clinch my fissts and clawed into the cotton of the couch. Finally the next beatings thrashed my pain out and I started crying and yelping. My final strokes, I had to count. More than five minutes Johnny spanked me as hard as never before, bent over that couch. The welts on my cheeks reminded me on this hard punishment a very long time.