Everyone's Hands?

“When is the last time he struck you?”

“This week,” she whispered her eyes darting over his face, “but it wasn’t over his lap. There is a kneeler in his office. Mom was there and he struck me over my back with a wide paddle which is wrapped in a thick cloth. It doesn’t leave marks on the skin the way the flogger does. He didn’t want to leave my flesh marred before our wedding. It was why,” she bit