“What are you doing? Shouldn’t we be at the station?” “I wanted someplace quiet. We’re going to have a chat.” The word “chat” had never been so ominous. My bottom still stung. I shifted uneasily, and he told me I could pull up my jeans. Well, thank you very much. I bit back my response as he came around and opened my door. What was going on? Why was I at his house? I couldn’t even wrap my mind around the fact that he’d spanked me. I hesitated long enough for him to order me out. “Yes sir,” I said with just enough mockery to keep my pride. But when I slid out of the seat my legs wobbled and I would’ve fallen if he didn’t catch me. “Easy.” The mess of what I’d drunk and smoked that night was taking its toll, both abandoning me in my time of need and leaving me weak. My head felt foggy, and I needed food, stat.
