This solid wooden ruler, when it comes down, is not much easier than a whip.
A whip leaves marks immediately, but when the ruler comes down, the injury is beneath the skin, with no marks at first, but the pain is just as piercing.
When Scarlett Yates was a child, she had been punished with a ruler. That ruler was not as long, nor as wide, and the one in Ian Douglas's hand had better wood, but it still made her scream and cry.
The black lacquered ruler had a layer of cold light. Ian Douglas held it and lightly tapped it, making Scarlett Yates's heart tremble violently.
"You still know I'm your elder. Do you have the demeanor a younger generation should have?" Ian Douglas walked up to Scarlett Yates with the ruler, raised an eyebrow, and said coldly, "Stretch out her hand."
Scarlett Yates resisted with all her might, struggling, saying, "Old Master Douglas, what right do you have to hit me? This is an insult to my dignity, you have no right to do this."
Smack the palm?
