“Oh, don’t you worry, Emily. That is exactly what I’m going to do. You’ll get everything you have coming. When I’m through with you, your fat bottom cheeks will be nicely welted. I promise you won’t forget this cropping. You should know better by now. Moreover, I intend to inform Mrs. Kirsch of your napping, your presumption, and insolence. Now, get that big ass up in the air. Present it to me on a platter. Keep your legs spread so my new girl Hallie can see your wet puss.”
New girl, is that all I am to Miss Evans - just her latest? I am beginning to understand.
Hallie put the new reality into a corner of her mind. She sat rigidly, holding her breath. She tensed when Miss Evans planted the palm of her hand on Emily’s back, holding her down while she raised her right arm. The crop descend
