“One,” she said, her voice high. I knew the hit wasn’t painful, more of a shock than anything else.
“One,sir,” I said and waited for her to repeat it. When she did, I instantly gave her the next one.
“Two, sir,” she spoke, her voice back to a more level volume, although I could hear her dislike at the action. I could only assume that she felt embarrassed at being in such position.
Her body was already betraying her, and it would certainly give her something to think about other than her family issues. In time, she’d ask more questions about my lifestyle, and I would tell her everything she wanted to know.
“Good girl,” I said, helping her to stand after I finished the third swat. “Now, no more running away, okay.”
She nodded, twisting her hands in front of her. I knew her mind was racing over what just happened and why her body was reacting the way it was.
“Did your father give you spankings?” I asked as she gathered her thoughts.
“Yeah, a few times when I was younger,” she said thoughtfully. “But it was different just now.”
“Of course, it was,” I said, standing up. I could read her just as easily as anyone else. “Now get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up and I’ll go over the plan.”
After kissing her on the top of the head, I left her be. She’d get a little sleep hopefully. I could see her mind swirling. Swirling with things she wouldn’t dare ask any time soon.
