As he spoke, I had an instinctive, terrified urge to flee from the house. But where? My parents had turned me over to him; I couldn't go back to them. I knew if I attempted it, they'd only whip me severely and turn me over to him again. There seemed nothing left except to obey his commands.
“Hurry,” he commanded, his voice stern as he waved the strap at me. “I'll not stand for any hesitation when you are told to get undressed or given any other order. You must learn that when I speak, you are to obey promptly, not wait till it suits your own convenience.” Trembling at the sight of the strap in his hand and knowing that it was soon to be used to give me a whipping, I removed by shoes and stockings, then my dress and slip; finally, unable to delay complete nudity any longer, I took off my brassiere and slipped down my step-ins.
CHAPTER 4: IN HIS POWER
Naked and frightened, my face red with the shame of being stark naked for the first time in a man's presence alone-at least, before, my parents had been there to protect me, scant though their moral aid had been-I stood in the middle of the room awaiting Mr. Raleigh's next command. I thought he would command me to lie down over his knees or bend over under his left arm, as these were the poses my parents always made me assume when I was whipped in the woodshed. But instead, Mr. Raleigh arose from the chair and came over to me. Grabbing me by the ear, he smacked me across the bottom with the strap and started me across the room to another chair.