Chapter Twenty
Being spanked when she was naughty had been Kelli’s dirty little secret longer than her ability to recall. Laboriously suppressed, the first slap of leather across her naked bottom brought it crashing pathetically back to mind. Charles knew it though, and had threatened her with it that first day.
“I’ll bet your daddy spanked your tight little ass at every opportunity, didn’t he?”
“Did not!” she had lied.
She remembered the ancient paddle handed down through generations and carved with initials of those who had been initiated, humbled, and properly tested. Her father had placed her across his knees, pulled aside her cotton panties and warmed her bare derrière until tears gushed from her eyes like water from a bucket.
“Count,” he demanded.
“Please, Daddy. I’ll be good,
