Foreword
Patsy Devlin held her breath. It seemed like years. The hard polished wood of Mr. Swanson's desk felt cold and cruel to her naked breasts, stomach and thighs. Her buttocks were arched high in the air, waiting for his attention.
Then she felt his fingers drifting easily over her naked ass cheeks. He squeezed first one, then the other, and then he probed her ass-hole.
But that's not why she was there, and the both of them knew it.
Soon, he picked up the paddle, and then, as she held her breath, he raised his arm high in the air.
Was it worth it, she wondered? Was it worth it to endure this type of treatment just so she could get the answers to the test?
Yes. Because then Sot Madden would leave her and Johnny alone. And she could do whatever she wanted with him. She, Johnny, and her mother!
But first, she had to submit to this whipping ... from his father!