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"You're getting exactly what you deserve," he told me, as he brought the switch down another three times very quickly.
"Yeeeeewww gawd! Stop!"
"You'll have a full dozen by the time I'm done," he vowed.
That meant three more, and I didn't think I could stand them. My bottom felt like it was being punished with arrows. It must certainly be raw by now.
"You're going to leave marks!" I tried another line of protest.
"All the better," he told me.
"You can't mean that!" I blared.
Another cut landed, and I yowled again.
"Daisy Markham, someone should have done this to you a long time ago. And if it leaves marks, well so be it, though I doubt these will last very long." He punctuated his words with the eleventh cut.
I was beside myself, but thankful that there was only one more to go. That was the worst of all, and I howled and cried like a baby.
Joey didn't say a word all through my mighty protests. He just waited for me to stop. I knew he was finished, and was very grateful when he finally dropped the switch next to me, but I still didn't dare to rise, since he was standing over me.
"My your bottom looks lovely," he finally commented.
"Joey please!" I managed to say. This was so embarrassing. But even with my embarrassment, there was a strange feeling of satisfaction filling me.
"You know, this is the first time I've seen your pretty bottom in all its well punished glory. It looks most satisfying with your twelve red marks across it!"
"Please can I get up?" I begged.
"When I'm finished admiring it," he answered. "You know, I think we'll have to do something to make this arrangement between us permanent. I'm afraid I'm thinking of all kinds of indecent things right now."
"Joseph!" I complained, blushing.
"Don't you worry, my intentions are totally honorable, Miss Daisy," he said, as he quickly restored my panties to their proper place and pulled me to my feet, so that standing, my skirt fell down over my exposed rear. "But I will have all of you, Daisy Markham, and very soon." Joey put his arms around me and kissed my lips.
I know what he was thinking. My heart soared, but I remained silent, knowing that a proposal of marriage was not far away.
Melanie shuddered reading the words. This was as good as any romantic novel, her anticipation mounting with each entry she read. She knew at least part of the ending, for her Aunt ended up marrying her Uncle John, and not Joseph, but she still wondered why.
Even though she vowed to make this trip to the attic a quick one, Melanie could not stop reading. She just had to find out what happened next, especially when she turned the page and read the next entry.
My God! Joseph’s joined the Navy! I know he's going away. I'm so scared, I don't know what I'll do without him! There's nothing else to write now. I still hope we'll be able to marry, but I'm so afraid that things will never be as they have been for us . . .
There was more, but Melanie was forced to wait, when she suddenly heard Tony's footsteps on the stairs. It sounded like he was taking them two by two, he was moving so fast. When he burst through the door, Melanie could see his temper flaring like a Spanish bull.
"I figured I could find you here, it seems to be the only place that you ever are," he charged.
"That's not true, I just came up here," Melanie fought back. She fought back tears and words and a healthy dose of fear, having no idea what she'd done to incite his wrath.
"Well, get the hell downstairs, we have things to talk about." He turned on his heel and left the room.
Melanie's heart was pounding furiously. Her mind raced through a hundred scenarios all at the same time, trying to figure why he was so angry.
"You were in the gazebo today," Tony accused her, when she was finally face to face with him.
"No," she lied, without even thinking.
"I saw you there, perhaps you want to change your story," Tony said. His eyes were boring holes through her.
