“If you are going to act like a little girl…” He let go of her hand and turned, one arm wrapped around her chest, bending her forward over his knee. The other connected with her skirt covered bottom twice.
She squirmed free, her expression reminding him of black thunderstorm clouds.
He kept his own face stern.
They stood like that for several seconds.
Curtis took her hand again. “What? You didn’t like that?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“That’s right. I’d like it better without that skirt. How far to the park? Does it have a bench I can bend you over?”
