Summer Spanking

“No, I said NO!!!” I shriek as Daddy stuffs me into the backseat of his Audi like cheap luggage. Then, I wipe the rivers of hot, furious tears forming down my face.

“Christ, stop crying, Guinevere,” Daddy says, sighing, exasperated. “You’re acting like I’m doing something terrible to you. I’m literally taking you on a summer vacation. What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t want to go! I DON’T WANT TO GO!” I scream back. “Why are you making me?!”