“No! Please, god, no!” Sarah screamed at the top of her lungs. “Daddy! Nooooo!” Feeling Jackson’s hand clamped onto her wrist, she knew he was not happy and furious. “I promise I’ll never do it again!”
Jackson scowled at his daughter. “That’s correct. However, first, you will be punished.” Then, grinding his back teeth, he dragged his terrified daughter out the back door and into the rain.
Lightning flashed overhead while the freshly eighteen-year-old redhead was dragged across the lawn, screaming bloody murder. If any neighbor heard the sounds, they indeed would have called the authorities, however, being on a two-hundred-acre farm in the Appalachian Mountains, there was not a single home for miles.
“Bad girls get punished,” Jackson said flatly, holding his daughter’s hand and pulling her along the ground. He could hear her screaming cries of terror but couldn’t give less of a fuck. Sarah had finally crossed the line, and now she would pay.
Thunder rolled across the mountains, shaking the ground. The heavens broke forth at once, unleashing torrents of rain. Animals in the barn cried loudly, fearing the sounds, unnerved by the storm.
“I swear to fucking god, you are just like your damn sister,” Jackson grunted. He remembered his other daughter, Hailey, and how he had to put her in line around the same age as Sarah. “Why did you have to go and push my buttons?”
Sarah’s free hand dug into the muddy ground in an attempt to pull herself from Jackson. “Daddy, I’m so sorry! I don’t want spankings!”