“One,” and the belt bit into his butt. “Two, three, four, five. Stand.”
Stunned, it took Lorenz a second to gather his wits and comply. He yanked the britches up to cover himself. As he was stuffing the shirt into the pants MacDonald continued to speak, his voice steady, broking no interruption. “That twas for disobeying me, for touching yere beastie, and for running. The next time ye break the rules, I twill ask ye what ye have done wrong and I twill have an answer from ye. And remember, when ye break the rules, ye have disobeyed.”
MacDonald finished buckling up and looked at Lorenz. “Do ye have any questions?”
“Yeah, why the hell did yu'll bother with pulling my pants down for that? Yu'll just want to see my butt?”
The blow set him down on the log. “I said questions, laddie, nay insu
