Becca was still snivelling as she hesitantly got into position across the arm of the chair. After the first half dozen across the seat of her pyjama shorts, Becca was informed that she would get 12 strokes for each bottle of she took - so she only had another 30 to go! Step-Daddy laid the belt on hard and Becca bawled and cried until well after the last "lucky" stroke that accompanied Step-Daddy's lecture had landed on her crimson bottom. The well chastened young lady then made her way painfully and tearfully to her bedroom to cry herself to rest.