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pulled her out of her chair and then put his hand on her back to guide her to the kitchen for a proper spanking with a wooden spoon, but when he touched her back, she cried out and twisted away from him in pain.  “What is it?” he asked, but she was crying.  Without thinking of her modesty, he pulled her shirtwaist from her skirt and pushed it up so he could see.  She was wearing a shift and a camisole.  “Let me see, Priscilla.  You can cover yourself in front, but I need to see your back.
    Priscilla was so miserable, and Brian’s gentle touch on her back felt as though he’d made her bleed!  She undid the ties on her camisole and the same with her shift.  Brian was able to help her remove the shirtwaist, and then slide the straps of the other two garments down her arms and off so he could bare her back.
    “Oh my God!  How did this happen, Priscilla?” Brian asked, looking at the bruises and the welts the razor strop left on her body. It made him sick to think of her suffering in this manner.
    “Father whipped me because of that mention in the newspaper,” she confessed.  “He thought I was exhibiting loose morals.”
    “Didn’t you explain?”
    “He didn’t give me a chance.  Father is stern, but he is also loving.  He was afraid he’d somehow let me down, and he punished me severely.”
    “I’m going to knock him on his ass!” Brian’s temper was at its worst.
    “No!  Brian, please listen to me!  This is the very first time that Father has beaten me like this.  He has spanked me many times, but this was more desperation on his part.  It’s just that it hurts so badly!”
    “I’ll fix you up, sweetheart. Damn!”  He went searching and came back with some liniment and a soothing salve.  “I’m not going to lie to you, Priscilla.  This is going to sting, but when I’m completely finished, you will feel much better.”  He used a clean rag and started dabbing at her back where it was raw from the razor strap.
    Priscilla held her shirtwaist over her breasts, trying to be brave while he treated her bruised back, and her sides where the strap overlapped and caught her tender skin.  She had one mark on the side of her breast, and it was extremely painful and irritating.  Priscilla was concentrating so hard on not crying that she didn’t hear the front door open and close.
    Brian heard the door, and decided that Geoffrey needed to see the results of his handiwork.  He continued treating her and hid his smile when Geoffrey sputtered in indignation.
    “What is going on in here?” he demanded, his voice roaring throughout the house.
    “I am trying to relieve Priscilla’s pain, sir.  You injured her.”
    “What?  Let me… oh God!  Oh no!  Pris, Papa is so sorry.”
    “I know, Father.”
    “Oh, my dear God! I should go and get Doc.”
    “No!  I couldn’t bear for everyone to know, Papa.  They would think you terrible, and I understand why you were so harsh.  I know how much that article hurt you and made you doubt that you raised me right.  Believe me, I’m not a saint when it comes to Darcy Hamilton, but I am moral, and I wouldn’t do anything to come between her and Will.  I am also chaste, in spite of what this looks like.  I just hurt so much I had to let Brian help me.”
    “It’s okay, honey.” Geoffrey was still in shock.
    “Sir, I think that Priscilla and I suit. I want her to be my wife, if you approve.  You know I can support her, and I give you my word that I am not the kind of man who would cheat on her or abuse her.”
    “Are you asking to marry me, Brian?” Priscilla demanded.
    “I am, yes,” he answered.
    “Don’t you think you should be asking me first?”
    “No, young lady, I do not.  I am asking your father’s permission first, and then, with his blessing, I will ask you in a more romantic setting and when you are not in so much pain.  I am also going to give you that spanking I promised you before I propose.  You can think about