“What the hell are you doing?” I said looking at the blasted thing as I was on my way over his lap.
“Giving you the whole treatment,” he informed me.
“What does that mean?” I asked. My face cheeks were burning bright with embarrassment. It seemed so unbelievably humiliating being treated this way.
“I’m not some unruly little kid,” I shouted.
“Really? You’ve certainly been acting like one, so that’s how I’m going to treat you.”
I tried wiggling away, but that did no good. He was both stronger and more determined, with much more leverage than me. I could tell that there was little way I’d escape his firm grasp. I expected the blows to start right off, as they had before, but to my further distress, Sam had his hand reaching underneath my tight skirt, tugging it up and about my wai
