“Hold still, that’s a great position!” She heard her fathers stern voice from behind. Instinctively, she tried to cover her bottom with her hands.
Instead of further instruction, she was hoisted up by the suspenders on her overalls. Floating in mid air, she began to kick and struggle.
“Brietta, what did I just say?” Her father prompted.
Wordlessly, she complied by going limp, letting her hands dangle at her sides; awaiting the inevitable spanking. Tears started to well up in her eyes.
“Now what’cha wanna do? You wanna take your spankin’ here and now? Or you want it later, after I get home?”
“I don’t want a spanking!” she whimpered; starting to squirm in the air.