"The woman smiled, but had a little tear in her eye. As we walked away,with Mother holding my hand, she said to me, "Honey, it does not matterto me w...ether you are boyish or girlish. What matters is that you arekind to people, and treat them the way you would want to be treated."She gave me a kiss and said, "I'm so proud of you."I thought our day could not be topped. I was so happy, and trying sohard to absorb all of these new experiences and sensations, that my headwas spinning. But the. .." Don't be a spoilsport!," she interrupted, "Grab the blanket and follow me. I know just the spot."I knew that there was no reasoning with her. I just hoped she knew of a spot where the cops wouldn't nail us for indecent exposure or lewd and lascivious conduct. She took my hand and we made our way along the edge of the crowd, heading east toward the Yacht Basin. Darkness was settling in and I knew that the fireworks would be starting in a few minutes.She led me past the Yacht Basin toward a. Yet glancing around the room she was totally alone.As she watched the hand indentation she suddenly saw a cut mark appear in the bottom edge of her skirt and watched as the cut moved in sections up towards her waist. It was as if someone was using scissors to cut off her skirt; then the skirt was whipped out from under her bottom and the hand indentation now moved to her thigh very close to her panties. She almost felt so sick in her stomach as she saw a smaller indentation follow the line of. He produced a heavy thick leather prison strap and with one hand holding my head down to the seat he began walloping my blazing backside, whup whup whup whup, the heavy meaty sound of the strap impacting my unprotected swollen bottom brought renewed cries from me. The strap nearly knocked me off my feet with every stroke, whup whup whup whup, 4 dozen heavy blows causing such pain all I could was cry and weep. I finally went limp across the chair, unable to support myself due to complete.