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much. I didn’t even cry; it was almost like I was too scared to let myself go. I didn’t know when it was going to end or what he was going to do next. I wondered if he’d gone crazy.
    â€˜It was so harsh. I was black and blue for a week. When he’d finally finished he just got up and told me, “Just for your information, Sugar, I’m going to do that to you again whenever you get in trouble.” Then he left, and I began crying.
    â€˜Soon it wasn’t even my ass I was crying about. It was him calling me Sugar and having parents who were getting a divorce and knowing that I would never tell my mom what happened.’
    â€˜Did he do it again?’
    â€˜He did it all the time. It was like he would look for any excuse. Whenever my mom wasn’t there he would find something I’d done wrong. He began to do it on my bare butt and it grew into this elaborate ritual. He said it was so it would teach me a lesson, but it was really because he liked it that way. It sounds so sick, but the weird thing is, part of me liked it. I could have avoided it if I’d wanted. I could have just left the house so I was never at home alone with him. But I didn’t. When it was happening I hated it and always swore to never be home alone with him again, but afterwards I’d always wonder about when it would happen next.’
    She started to cry even more.
    â€˜Hey,’ I said, and held her to me. ‘Hey.’
    But she wouldn’t be soothed. I looked out the window, dumbfounded, a bare-bottomed girl beside herself on my lap. She was bawling so hard that she was choking. I thought of something and at first there was no way in hell I was going to do it, but then I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I did.
    â€˜Sugar?’
    She stopped mid-sob and looked up at me. It wasn’t a look I’d ever seen on anyone’s face before.
    â€˜You need another paddling, Sugar.’
    I said it as a statement but also as a question. She could veto it. She could tell me it wasn’t working for her, that it was making it worse, but she didn’t.
    â€˜Yes, daddy.’
    The spell was cast. Her voice wasn’t smart or sarcastic and mine wasn’t scared or timid.
    â€˜You know what happens when you get into trouble, don’t you, Sugar?’
    â€˜Yes, daddy.’
    She got up and then lay facedown over my lap. I wished I’d asked her all sorts of questions, like how many he gave her and what he said to her and what their rituals were, but even if I got it wrong, I didn’t think she’d mind.
    â€˜Daddy’s going to give his little girl thirty swats with the paddle now.’
    â€˜No, daddy, I’m too sore. You just spanked me. That’s too many.’
    â€˜You’re going to get whatever I say, Sugar. You know better than to argue. You’ll get extra strokes if you’re not careful.’
    â€˜But daddy…’ and she started to cry again, only this time it was different. She was crying like the worst thing in the world was the spanking she was going to get. It was like she was little again, before it all felt so hopeless, before parents split up and before you were too scared to tell someone what you were thinking. I still don’t know what to do about those things, but at that moment I knew exactly what to do. I raised the paddle and brought it down hard.
    â€˜One.’
Unfinished Business
    â€˜Remember me?’ she asked.
    Alex had noticed her when he first walked in the convention hall. Short blonde hair, fashionable black suit, crisp white blouse buttoned up to her neck. She didn’t look like anyone else at the trade expo. At expos like this the buyers tended to be older men, and the vendors’ booths were fronted by cute young women for the buyers to ogle. What this arrangement lacked in dignity it made up for in efficacy, and Alex had become accustomed to it by now. He always wondered if there was some