When his appearance failed, he took off his wig. He had a few bruises on his face since he was also abused at the spying agency he worked for. He heard he wouldn’t be hurt at all but he saw his stern eyes. “Live with you?” He questioned and he felt himself be pulled away from the room. He sat in the car, clearly lacking on how to act like a normal child. “What can I eat?” Moira asked him. He didn’t know what to eat at all.
Sighing he untried the squirming boy and put him over his knee. He pulled the child’s pants and underwear down. “You’re getting a spanking for disobeying me and cursing.” He raised his hand high and smacked hard. He didn’t stop, he kept continuing smack after smack. “You’ll be the Sorry one with a sore bottom.”
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