Spanking book club

To give people an idea, this is OCRd from the start of Chapter 3 from the book. Jess was 4-years-old and the one speaking is Vanessa.

[quote]April 6th, 1990. Sleeping in bunk that first night was terrifying. Jess and I were by far the youngest and smallest girls in the place. They made two girls change beds so that Jess and I got lower bunks right next to each other. The Goon said that Jess was too little to climb, and he got an order to keep us together.

The bed smelled musty; it was hard and lumpy, and they made us sleep naked. I had been naked in the cell, but at home, I always slept in underwear and a nightshirt or at least a nightshirt. Sleeping naked just felt wrong, but the goon made us do it, I had no choice. Jess climbed into my bed in the middle of the night.

The next day, we were woken up at six a.m. by the goon from last night (Brother Mark, one of our “bunk parents”) and his riding crop. He used it liberally on anyone he thought wasn’t moving fast enough. Even Jess felt the sting of that fucking crop, just for having climbed into bed with me.

Someone yelled ‘Fall-in!’ and we were lined up, shoulder to shoulder, all still naked. Brother Mark ordered us to attention, then walked up the front of the line, his crop running across each girl's breast (or in the case of Jess and I, our flat chests), lifting the tits of the more developed girls. Then he walked down the back of the line, his crop running across our asses or running up or down our butt crack. Then he ordered Parade Rest and walked down the front of the line. This time the crop was applied to the crotch, though thankfully he skipped this part with Jess. Last, he walked back, the crop to each of our cheeks (we had to open our mouths when he did this).
Any girl that flinched got hit hard by that crop wherever he was running it, including Jess. The indignity of this was infuriating. But you didn’t have a choice, you had to hold it all in, and you quickly learned not to flinch. [/quote]