Chapter Thirty-Six:
Cloey looked to the computer’s camera again and, imagining she could see the boy hovering over his monitor watching, her eyes flooded with tears. Inga pulled the pillow from under Cloey’s head and placed it opposite her waist. Then taking hold of Cloey’s arm, she pulled the girl up and rolled her over onto her tummy with her hips supported by the pillow and her bottom perched in the air.
Inga ran a hand over the tiny bum. “Perfect.”
Inga was a big strong girl and the first smack, dealt with a hard hand, stung and had Cloey gulping air. The second slap was harder still, and landed on already bruised tissue. Cloey struggled with the sting and humiliation but Inga wasn’t satisfied. “I don’t think I’m getting through to you, Cloey.” Inga stood back, studying the glowing
