When at least those awful and shaming 30 minutes in the corner with my badly blistered bottom on dis
When at least those awful and shaming 30 minutes in the corner with my badly blistered bottom on display ended, in no time I was in my room. I stood my back to the mirror to contemplate the state of my rear end. It sure looked very much as those of my mother after her own bathbrushing. From the top of the cheeks to mid thighs it was crimson all over, with the nasty purple marks of the edge of the bathbrush crisscrossing and, as I already painfully felt with my hands, on my sit spot Grandma had raised a crop of moist blisters.https://www.amazon.com/dp/B095MC125NA very strict grandma -- source link