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"Oh?" he said, looking at me with one fixed eye. Sometimes Daisy Markham, you act more like a twelve year old than a grown woman."
Melanie shivered reading those words, as they reminded her of Tony's accusations about her.
Joseph led me to a small diner just down the street, while I smoldered in my incensed state the whole way. In the restaurant I refused to talk to him, and that only made him look at me all the more irritated.
"Would you settle down, so we can enjoy our dinner," Joseph said.
"What do you mean settle down, I'm just fine." There was a very deliberate snarl in my voice. Sometimes I'm so foolish, the little things that bother me end up being so small.
Joseph looked at me as if he didn't know what to say, he was appalled that I was acting this way with him. Usually my childish moods vanish in a few minutes, but this one was lingering on dangerously.
"Would you please talk to me?" he finally said, when my bristling silence had bothered him enough.
"If you don't like the way I am," I said, "then I'll leave." I grabbed my purse and started toward the door.
"Oh no you don't!" Joseph said, pulling me back. "We just ordered dinner. You're not going anywhere."
"You think you can treat me like a child," I said. I was very angry, and my raised voice was beginning to draw attention to our argument.
Joseph flashed those dark eyes at me, and I should have realized how upset he was then, but I HAD to stamp my foot, and pull away from him. I walked out leaving him with two uneaten dinners to pay for. I can see now why he was so upset. Then, I thought I was perfectly justified in my attitude.
When Joseph caught up with me, he grabbed my hand and held it tightly, so there was no way I would get away. He didn't say a single word, all the way home, but when we got to my bungalow his next measures stopped me cold.
Following me into the house, he stood for some seconds in the midst of the living room.
"Do you have a hairbrush, Daisy?" he asked. His question took me completely by surprise.
I told him yes. Of course I have a hairbrush.
"Go get it," he said. The tone of voice was so demanding, but I was still too naive to realize what he planned to do with it. I ran off to my room and retrieved my hairbrush, thinking that Joseph simply wanted to brush his hair. But when I handed the black lacquer brush to him, he took it in his hand and walked toward the dining room where he pulled out one of the dining room chairs.
"Come here," he ordered me.
I was flustered, as it dawned on me what he had in mind. I felt just like a little kid again, as well I should, the way I was acting.
Joseph didn't wait for me to respond, but closed the several steps between us and pulled me by the arm toward the dining room chair. I'm sure I shrieked out loud, but I remember now so little of what happened. I do remember that Joseph was more serious than I'd ever seen him.
"You behave like a brat with me, I'll treat you like one," he said.
I was trembling all over; but it was so strange, I didn't have the courage to offer a protest. I was simply stunned. No one, not even my father has ever stood up to me this way. I still don't know what to make of it.
"What are you going to do," I asked, as if I didn't know.
"Spank you," he said quite calmly. His cold strength was so compelling I couldn't do anything but submit, as he sat down and pulled me over his lap. He immediately administered several hearty smacks across my rear end, the hairbrush giving quite a good sharp smack.
I was so shocked, I didn't utter a word until the second half dozen smacks. Then with my wits about me, I began to wail like the dickens, kicking and screaming with all my might.
"Joseph, you have to stop this!" I cried.
"I certainly do not!" he insisted. He let that brush land harder still.
"Stop it now!" I tried again.
"Hush!" he blared at me, as he continued to lay the horrible thing on my bottom.
I quieted at least for a moment, though I continued to try wiggling away from him. That only made Joseph spank me harder. And with his free arm clamping itself about my waist, my furious struggles were all the more pointless.
The brush came down with such fury that I thought he'd never stop. Before long, my bottom s
