Justin held Carrie’s hand on the way home. "How is your bottom?" he asked.

"It hurts," came the obvious reply. It was an understatement, actually. Carrie felt like her bottom was on fire for the entire hour ride home. She wanted to crawl in back and lay on her stomach but decided to tough it out. It seemed like it would be days, even weeks, before the sting would go away. How could she ever endure two dozen on her bare bottom, especially so soon after these six? Had she bitten off more than she could chew?

"You know, you don’t have to do this. You haven’t even done anything to deserve it, after all."

"No, I need to. I’ll be okay. Just be there with me. That’s all I need."

"Of course, my dear."

After about 20 minutes of driving in silence, Carrie spoke up. "I haven’t told you about this. I haven’t told anyone. I’d almost forgotten about it myself."

Justin’s curiosity was piqued. "Oh? Go on."

"When I was dating Kent Graebler."

"Graebler? The guy your class voted ...

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