"Count," he spoke again, his voice threatening and full of warning that if she didn't, it would be worse for her.
"O-One?" she said in a painful voice, unsure if this was what he meant. Before she could recover from the shock and pain of the first strike, his hand moved again, and she sucked in a deep breath, only to feel the same pain on her other buttock.
"Ahh…" she gritted her teeth.
His strong hand landed on her soft skin both times without mercy. Her hands clutched the couch seat until her nails dug into it, her eyes turning moist.
"Count," she heard him again.
"T-Two," she said with much effort. She realized it was her punishment. Before, when he had talked about spanking her, she thought he was joking, and even if he did it, it would be like spanking a child. She was wrong.