I froze on my knees as I watched Mr. Crawford hold the belt in his hands. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. And only days ago I was thinking he’s all bark and no bite. Maybe Mr. Crawford read my mind that day and finally decided to show me what happens when I disobey him.
“I think a belt is too soon. I’ll just use my hand,” he says, throwing the belt across the room. I don't know if I should be happy, he threw the belt away but he’s saying he’ll use his hand. “Come closer,” he says again. I turn back to the door to try and force it open. “As I said before, that’s useless. So come here,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the bed.
He makes me kneel in front of him as he sits down at the edge of the bed. He moves me to his side and takes me across his lap. I feel my dre
