Zoey was unprepared for the quickness of Quentin's response. He moved faster than she had seen him yet and when his hand clamped around her neck all she could manage was a strangled squeak. True fear showed on her face. She could not breathe and she struggled to remind herself that this was part of the plan. Her eyes were already watering and her face was turning bright red. She felt dizzy and thought that he might actually choke her unconscious. He very nearly did.<br/><br/>When he gave the order she took a second to shake off the dizziness and obediently turned. Her face reddened with shame as she lowered her underwear to her knees and bent forward. Her shaking hands raised the hem of the dress and gathered it around her waist. The shame of the moment was great. Her father could see he like this. She knew though that the sight of her badly bruised backside would have an effect.<br/><br/>The first few lashes were hard but sill sounded worse than they were. She wept and wailed and shook. There was no acting on her part. Quentin was holding back but still lashing her hard enough that her already battered backside aching tremendously. She prayed her father caved soon, even though it was all part of the plan she could not stand much more. Through it all though she cried "I'm sorry" over and over. Each lash made her voice ore shrill and ragged and more than once she trailed off into harsh sobbing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>