No matter how she howled, her father continued his measured pace, making certain that her two bouncing ass cheeks were covered top to bottom with one red line after another.
“Yeeeaawww,” she bellowed in an unintelligible dialect. “Yeeeawwww aaughh!”
Even though the pain seemed unbearable, after some ten tortuous minutes, Jenna seemed to calm. Her wails were less piercing, and her body less agitated. To a casual observer like Clay, there was no real explanation for the change, since Mr. Barnes continued with the methodical punishment. Though to Jenna’s father, the switch was predictable; spelling out that moment where anger gives way to compliance, and the pain gives way to resignation. It was what Mark Barnes always waited for with his daughter. When she reached that point, his me
