Stryker waited for her to continue.Stryker waited for her to continue. "We are waiting, Emily. Shall we begin at the beginning?" This horrible thought moved her. "Please give me spank number 2l," the punished child said through her tears. This spank was harder than the last and Emily screamed like a cat in the night, but, she didn't forget to count "2l." Hoping to get it over she yelled, "Please give me spank number 22!" She held her breath and tried to brace herself for the stroke. Mr. Stryker took his time, however. When the blow finally landed, it took her by surprise. She cried out pathetically and lurched on the desk. Janet lost control of one of her wrists as the decibel of her wails rose. "Hold her still, Janet," Mr. Stryker warned. "I'm sorry, Sir," Janet said. And although she felt intense sympathy for the tormented girl and didn't enjoy participating in her punishment, she clutched Emily's wrists all the more firmly so that her battered butt remained the perfect, helpless target for Mr. Stryker's relentless brand of discipline. All the while, Emily's sobs echoed through the room. She must have been so overwhelmed by her suffering, that she forgot Mr. Stryker's instructions to count. Mr. Stryker grew impatient. "Number, Emily!" he said harshly. "I don't know, Sir," Emily bawled. "I forgot, Sir. Oh pleeeeeease, Sir! Pleeeeeease don't hit me all those times again. Was it 21, Sir? 22, Sir? 23? I forgot," she wailed. |