"It's just cheerleading. What's the worstthat could happen?" Come on Mom! Please?" I pleaded looking at her with big puppy dog eyes.That usually softe...ed her up."Remember what I had said when you wanted to join the lacrosse team?"Mom continued not relenting. "You need to be careful, you don't want toexpose yourself." Mom!" I whined getting tired of the same old lecture. "I can controlmyself. You know that and besides I might not even make the squad," Iadmitted truthfully. My best friend Pete. " Have you ever thrown a tantrum? Have you ever smashed anything when you were mad?" Mrs. Reynolds asked me. 'Mom' was beginning to leak through a little."Well, no. Not since I was three. I have gotten mad enough to spit. But I've never lashed out and broken things, if that's what you mean. It just wouldn't have solved anything." Then you probably won't in the future. We haven't seen anything to indicate that this has changed your personality. It's still you in there, no matter what you are. Then my spanking started. She went from cheek to cheek, and I could really feel my bottom heating up. Soon, my spanking was beginning to sting, so I started kicking my feet."Stop kicking your feet, or else I'll have Joan hold them in place," Jane told me. I guess I kept kicking my legs, because Joan came over to hold my legs down. But not only did she hold my legs down, but she also spread them apart."I like this view," Joan said, "I can really see you spank him and I can see his penis and. When Banksy goes out to paint one of his wonderful murals, he doesn’t dress in black and wait until nightfall: he rents some of those traffic barriers, puts on a fluorescent vest, parks a van on the sidewalk and gets started. Nobody ever bats an eyelid until he’s done. There’s a saying in Dutch: brazen people own half the world. (‘And that is a truth like a cow’, that’s another one.) And so I had a good look round, although I did decide I’d slip behind the thick, black curtains if I heard a.