Ah!
Here we are again. Tax season has come and gone and you were not prepared.
Evidently, the thought of taxes sends you to the realms of desperation, delusion and fear. Because, instead of finding deductions, you turn yourself to jelly. However, the transmogrification is useless. Your behavior must change and the smack of my hand, and the slap of my belt on your bare bottom, will send that message from your backside to your brain.
For, it's better to experience the sting of my cane than the agony of the audit.
Warm Bottoms,
Georgia Cane
Boys Learn When Bottoms Burn
and Girls Are No Exception
