“You can do this, soldier. Ten.” The paddle left Ellis’s skin. “Starting now,” Clark warned, and a sharp, stinging blow struck Ellis’s backside.
Ellis’s thoughts scattered at the sound of the slap like beads from a broken necklace. The blow hurt. Not bad. Nothing broke. Ellis could take it. Like Daddy’s belt but without the anger. Without the fear. Without them, the sting felt good. “Yeah,” Ellis breathed and filled up. Confidence. Courage. Want. “Like that, Sarge. Yeah.”