“Six cuts,” he announced. The same number he’d give Dana.
Dana looked on in dismay, knowing how dearly Chris’s poor bottom would be suffering.
“And you can count, just like Dana,” he told Chris.
“And what if I don’t,” Chris blurted out angrily.
“I’ll add another six,” he said, annoyed with her attitude. “You’ve already earned a seventh for being so impudent as to ask!”
“Oh no!” she wailed. She hated this! Never would she ever let it happen again.
“Count!” Marty reminded her.
“One,” she said.
“One please,” he insisted.
“One please,” she replied.
The switch whisked through the air and landed in the middle of her crimson cheeks.
“Yeeeeeawwww!”
Chris took a deep breath, trying to keep herself from wrenching away from Marty’s grasp.
“Two please,”
“Aaaaauuuugggggh!” This was w
