I grabbed some plates and we made our way into the dining room and sat down around the table, hubby put the tele on so they could watch match of the d...ay which was fine with me as my back was to the tele, but unfortunately I was a bit in the way of there bloody football so I had to go round the other side of the table next to Phil.We set about loading our plates and pouring drinks and started to enjoy the takeaway, soon I felt a hand on my leg under the table and looked at Phil who was next to. ”“Why? What happened?”“Oh, not much. Just call me Little Miss Hand Grenade. I came, I saw, I went kaboom!!”“You didn’t!”“Un huh. Which reminds me. We’re making friends with Melissa.”“We are?”“We are.”“Is that a good idea? If we even talk to Melissa, her sister gets all...” She held her hands up like claws and pulled a face like an angry cat.“Melissa needs a couple of friends right now and we volunteered. I’m fairly sure that Laura won’t interfere.”“Oh? Are you telling me Little Miss Hand. Betty and I were pretty full of ourselves that summer, 19 and 18 respectively and determined to be women of the world. We'd set off on that post-graduation (mine) camping trip with the full intention of showing the world and ourselves what liberated, take-the-world-by-its-balls women we were.So far, from that point of view, the trip was a bust.Don't get me wrong, best friends for years; we'd been having a wonderful time. But our unspoken goal of meeting guys and losing it with someone really. The pain didn’t go away; it seemed to build as I waited for the second whack. I suddenly realized why my mother had bawled so hard…the sting and burn was hard to believe!After the first few whacks the pain was just too intense for words. I started to cry, I was yelling my head off after each one and it felt like my entire backside was on fire! Like my mother, I kicked like hell and simply howled as the paddling went on. I have no idea how many whacks I was given. I do remember that there was a.