Mommy and daddy both peered out the window, watching as the car with the lady and the policeman drove off. After about a minute they both turned to face me.
“Annabelle Mary Lee,” daddy said, as he took two big steps forward to grab me. “What did I tell you about not telling the lady about any of your accidents.”
Without waiting for an answer, and I didn’t have a good answer to give anyway, Daddy lifted me off the ground, twisted me around and laid me across his lap as he took a seat on a chair.
“Elaine, go to the kitchen and grab one of the wooden paddles from that drawer next to the sink.”
“Please. No!” I yelled.
I tried to squirm away, but daddy’s hand pressed against my back was more than enough to ensure that I wasn’t going anywhere. He pulled my skirt up with his other hand but didn’t bother with lowering my panties. The only warning I got about the impending spanking was the sound of my sister’s footsteps as she returned from the kitchen with a wood spoon presumably in her hand.
As daddy repeatedly smacked the utensil against my bottom, I strained my ears, hoping to hear the car with the policeman and the lady turn around and pull into the driveway, but no one was coming to the rescue.