"Eve, when pap brought you guys to stay with us, he said your pa had made some Indian mad. Do you know what happened?" Yeah, we hadn't much more than ...otten our wagons stopped when we saw the Indians for the first time. At that time, there were just the Cranks, the Privinces, and us. None of us spoke Paiute and none of them spoke English. They seemed friendly enough though and they even brought us a deer they had just killed. Pa tried to preach to them, but they didn't understand anything he. This is hardly enough punishment considering your disrespect.” She started spanking me in earnest now, left, right, left, right, over and over. Each smack wasn’t particularly hard but the effect was cumulative. She hit each cheek in turn and then worked her way to my upper thighs, alternating sides. My ass turned red and grew hotter and hotter. I gasped from the pain attempting to keep silent but the tears flowed down my face. The pain was bad enough. But the humiliation was. You know the sort of thing, when there’s a family get together or a wedding or Christmas, that’s when I get to see her and my cousin Tina. I’m now married and have children of my own, but this story goes back to when I was only 13 years old. I couldn’t tell you to this day how old my Aunty Leela is but Tina is 6 months younger than me. My parents decided to take a short break on holiday together and I wasn’t invited. The only problem was that they needed someone to look after me or they. She entered her small hut just outside the settlement. Out of habit she started feeding the small livestock she had. She grabbed a piece of stale bread and ate it, without further thought of making herself a meal. “Ava,” she murmured to herself, “what happened to you?” A tear rolled down her cheek as she stood in the small hut that was home. She walked outside and looked onto the meadow. Her livestock was still there. She'd take them inside soon. She gazed at the sky and the setting sun, then.