“You go on in, there’s something I need to get,” Nathan told her when they reached the opened door.
Liza stopped and watched as Nathan went to the edge of the woods and cut a birch switch from a gently swaying tree.
Evan had never used a switch on her bottom. It made her think of caning, though the choice of a fresh switch was much more old-fashioned American, like this moment.
She was inside the barn when he arrived with the fresh cut implement. He’d stripped it of its leaves, so that the surface was smooth, except for the remaining bumps. Liza thought of them cutting her skin.
To her surprise however, he did not begin with the switch. Instead, he went immediately for the belt in his pants. She was reminded of the moment in the garret when he’d given her a good punishing taste of his
