Another snippet from a moment much later in my WIP, in which Halo thinks she has gotten away with things only to find that she has not gotten away with as much as she thought she had…
With a brisk knock, Helen Twice is back. It’s after curfew, so she knows I’ll be in my room. I’m updating my log when she enters unannounced clutching that damn paddle in her right hand.
“You ready for your punishment?”
“Nope.” I smirk at her. She can take it back up the chain if she likes. I’m not worried.
Sarge steps into the room behind her. Suddenly I am worried.
“We talked about this, Ray.”
“We did.” I’m in my pajamas. Not ideal clothing for mounting any real kind of resistance. I look from Sarge to Twice and back to Sarge again. “What kind of disciplinary action takes two people?”
“I’m here to supervise,” Sarge says. “Don’t mind me.”
I’m not worried about Twice. She’s a non-issue. But Sarge is another matter. Sarge is going to have my ass if she hears me talk to Twice the way I want to.
“On your stomach, Ray. And take those pants down.” It’s Twice who gives the order. She’s being more aggressive than usual because she doesn’t want to look weak in front of Sarge.
There’s just no way this is happening. I stay exactly where I am, sitting cross-legged on my bed with my log book in front of me.
“Don’t give her time to stall.” Sarge speaks up. She takes two long steps into the room. They bring her beside my bed where she grabs me by the arm and tugs me over so I’m face down. Her speed slows my reaction time by a good couple of seconds in which she’s already smacked my pyjama clad ass twice with the flat of her hand. I emit a squeal which has nothing to do with pain and everything to do with shock.