I couldn’t help recoiling when Dad entered the room. A small whimper escaped my lips.
He sat down next to me, and I braced myself for him to yell or slap my bare cheeks. But instead, his strong arms wrapped around my body, pulling me to sit on his lap. “What’s wrong, buddy?”
“I’m afraid, Daddy.”
He rubbed my back and ran his fingers through my hair. “You shouldn’t ever be afraid of me, son. You know that I love you and I only want what’s best for you. That’s why I need to spank your little butt until you’re crying and sorry. So you can learn your lesson and grow into an upstanding young man. Do you understand?”
I nodded, head nestled against his chest.
“Good boy. Now, if you cooperate today, we’ll make it a light spanking. Just my hand and your hairbrush, okay? Lay over my knee, buddy.”