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Time felt as though it stood still. It felt like hours passed to get through those 30 swats and for me to count each swat out loud. I was sobbing and fighting the urge to beg him to stop with the increasing intensity of each swat. I knew that I would not be able to sit down comfortably for the rest of the week. Finally, though I cried out the number 30 after the hardest swat he had delivered throughout this phase of my punishment.
