“Yikes that hurts!” she wailed, only to have Orlando bring the hairbrush down even harder.
“Don’t bother pleading with me, I’ve hardly begun,” he said.
“But it already hurts like hell,” she shouted. “Don’t I have any say in this at all?”
“No,” he retorted, as the brush came down at the same instant.
“Please,” she was pleading, the tone of her voice rising to an unpleasant whine.
That just made Orlando all the more determined. It would be one stern lesson. With her bottom showing all the classic sighs of agony, he believed the treatment was working. Her cheeks were a glorious red, as they danced with each new smack; and Tempest adding to the dance as she tried to wiggle away from the pain.
“Don’t, please don’t!” she cried out loudly.
Orlando dropped his smack to the lower part of the
