“But you already spanked me!”
“That I did, lovely. But if I recall, I also promised you extras for unnecessarily delaying a well-earned smacking.”
“But you did smack me.” Scarlett winced the moment the words left her lips. Great, she even had her talking like her now.
“Of course. And after this, the next time I tell you to get over my knee you’ll be quick about it.”
Ugh. She didn’t like where this was going! Sure enough, once she’d sat down and pulled Scarlett back over her lap—hadn’t they just done this?!—she reached toward the coffee table where she’d laid out her bag of horrors. Her eyes were riveted to the table as she watched Aunt Tish’s hand hover over one before sliding to the next. When she picked up the one she wanted, a gasp escaped Scarlett’s parted lips.
“Fancy it, do you?”
Aunt Tish flicked her wrist, testing it. At the sound of the leather strap whipping through the air, Scarlett closed her eyes. She couldn’t look anymore. Her heart had already sunk to her stomach, she didn’t think it could go any lower than that.
“This one, let’s just say it’s very dear to my heart. I’m sure you’ll find that, even if you don’t particularly fancy it, it does a brilliant job of getting naughty miscreants back in line. See if you don’t agree when we’re through.”
Before Scarlett could say that she believed her, no demonstration necessary, the crack of the leather rang throughout the room. It was louder, it seemed to her ears, than the cry she let out when she felt its sting. She’d wondered briefly—in-between worrying about what implement she was going to be faced with—why Aunt Tish hadn’t bothered to pull back her dress. Now she had her answer, as contact with the implement was being focused solely on the backs of her legs which she could get to perfectly well.