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“And he’ll never let me see her again,” I wailed at the end.
He stood with his feet planted apart, his arms across his chest, working his jaw before he spoke. “You all right, Pearl?” he asked.
She nodded. “I don’t even feel it anymore,” she said. I wondered if she was lying, but I still threw my arms around her and hugged her.
Samuel nodded. “All right. Looks like this is a case of you oversteppin’ your place, and little Ruth losin’ her temper.” He paused, and his voice deepened. “You both ought to be ashamed of yourselves,” he chided. I had no response. He was right.
He shook his head. “Pearl, you get on home and tend to that cheek,” he said. “Ma always used a cool cloth if we’d gotten into a fight at school. You rest up. I’ll tend to Ruth, and I’ll also tend to Aaron tonight. All right?”
Pearl stood, wiping her eyes and sniffling. I stood with her and we embraced.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered in her ear. “Please, won’t you forgive me?”
“Oh, honey, of course I do,” she whispered back. “It was my own fault for not mindin’ my own business. Aaron would put me over his knee for that alone,” she said with a laugh, kissing my cheek, and heading to the door.
He’d put her over his knee?
She left, and Samuel shut the door behind her. He turned slowly to face me, his hands going to his hips. “And what am I goin’ to do with you , young lady?” he asked sternly. This time, I had no smart answer. I could not bring myself to respond. I hung my head in shame as he stalked over to me. One finger placed under my chin, he lifted my face while I tried to blink back the tears that would not stop.
“I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice shaking as I cried. “I feel awful. Just awful.” The anger from earlier, the feeling of helplessness, and the weight that saddled my shoulders seemed insurmountable. I wanted to climb into bed and pull the quilt over my head. I wanted to never get out of that bed again. I deserved to be punished for such a wicked act against my closest friend, and the guilt I felt was consuming me. I covered my face with my hands, tears seeping through my fingers. “She’s so good to me,” I choked, as the tears flowed. “She’s with child, and I struck her. What a wicked, wicked thing. I feel so guilty, Samuel,” I said to him. “I ought to be whipped for such a thing.”
His arms came around me then, and he pulled me into his chest. One large hand stroked my hair as he held me. “I wouldn’t say whipped,” he said, and his voice was softer than I expected. “But little Ruth, I’ve long since thought that my hand across your backside would do you a world of good.”
I sniffled onto his chest as he held me. Just now, Pearl had told me Aaron would’ve taken her across his knee. She said it with a laugh, even. Would I feel better if he spanked me?
He’d told me he wouldn’t raise a hand to me, because of my past.
But would he if I asked ? I pulled back from him.
“Samuel?”
He nodded, smoothing the dampened hair back from my forehead.
“Would you… spank me if I told you that I knew I deserved it? And I wouldn’t… be angry with you? I feel guilty,” I said. “I ought to be spanked.”
His eyes focused on mine a minute. He was contemplating. He finally spoke after what seemed a very long time.
“You want me to spank you?”
I closed my eyes and nodded. I couldn’t look at him.
“Fair enough,” he said.
I swallowed, fear racing across my chest and a surprising jolt of arousal at his stern but calm demeanor. “Now?” I whispered.
He released me, pulled a chair from the table, placed it in the center of the room, and sat heavily, his large legs spread apart. I looked at his lap and wondered what it would feel like to lie across his knees like a naughty child. He would not make me. He would not forcefully pull me across his lap.
Samuelpatted his knee. “Come now, little Ruth,” he said softly. “Come and
He stood with his feet planted apart, his arms across his chest, working his jaw before he spoke. “You all right, Pearl?” he asked.
She nodded. “I don’t even feel it anymore,” she said. I wondered if she was lying, but I still threw my arms around her and hugged her.
Samuel nodded. “All right. Looks like this is a case of you oversteppin’ your place, and little Ruth losin’ her temper.” He paused, and his voice deepened. “You both ought to be ashamed of yourselves,” he chided. I had no response. He was right.
He shook his head. “Pearl, you get on home and tend to that cheek,” he said. “Ma always used a cool cloth if we’d gotten into a fight at school. You rest up. I’ll tend to Ruth, and I’ll also tend to Aaron tonight. All right?”
Pearl stood, wiping her eyes and sniffling. I stood with her and we embraced.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered in her ear. “Please, won’t you forgive me?”
“Oh, honey, of course I do,” she whispered back. “It was my own fault for not mindin’ my own business. Aaron would put me over his knee for that alone,” she said with a laugh, kissing my cheek, and heading to the door.
He’d put her over his knee?
She left, and Samuel shut the door behind her. He turned slowly to face me, his hands going to his hips. “And what am I goin’ to do with you , young lady?” he asked sternly. This time, I had no smart answer. I could not bring myself to respond. I hung my head in shame as he stalked over to me. One finger placed under my chin, he lifted my face while I tried to blink back the tears that would not stop.
“I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice shaking as I cried. “I feel awful. Just awful.” The anger from earlier, the feeling of helplessness, and the weight that saddled my shoulders seemed insurmountable. I wanted to climb into bed and pull the quilt over my head. I wanted to never get out of that bed again. I deserved to be punished for such a wicked act against my closest friend, and the guilt I felt was consuming me. I covered my face with my hands, tears seeping through my fingers. “She’s so good to me,” I choked, as the tears flowed. “She’s with child, and I struck her. What a wicked, wicked thing. I feel so guilty, Samuel,” I said to him. “I ought to be whipped for such a thing.”
His arms came around me then, and he pulled me into his chest. One large hand stroked my hair as he held me. “I wouldn’t say whipped,” he said, and his voice was softer than I expected. “But little Ruth, I’ve long since thought that my hand across your backside would do you a world of good.”
I sniffled onto his chest as he held me. Just now, Pearl had told me Aaron would’ve taken her across his knee. She said it with a laugh, even. Would I feel better if he spanked me?
He’d told me he wouldn’t raise a hand to me, because of my past.
But would he if I asked ? I pulled back from him.
“Samuel?”
He nodded, smoothing the dampened hair back from my forehead.
“Would you… spank me if I told you that I knew I deserved it? And I wouldn’t… be angry with you? I feel guilty,” I said. “I ought to be spanked.”
His eyes focused on mine a minute. He was contemplating. He finally spoke after what seemed a very long time.
“You want me to spank you?”
I closed my eyes and nodded. I couldn’t look at him.
“Fair enough,” he said.
I swallowed, fear racing across my chest and a surprising jolt of arousal at his stern but calm demeanor. “Now?” I whispered.
He released me, pulled a chair from the table, placed it in the center of the room, and sat heavily, his large legs spread apart. I looked at his lap and wondered what it would feel like to lie across his knees like a naughty child. He would not make me. He would not forcefully pull me across his lap.
Samuelpatted his knee. “Come now, little Ruth,” he said softly. “Come and
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