I pointedly kept my back to him and still said nothing.
“She pulls down their trousers and spanks their bare backside.”
His siblings sniggered.
“Enough, children.” One of their grandfathers—it sounded like the one they called Papa—took them to task. They mumbled apologies, to him more than to me, but I ignored them, ensnared by Robert’s words instead.
I imagined what it might be like, Robert peeling my trousers off my legs and bending me over his lap, his hand landing rhythmically on my bum, gradually turning my arse cheeks pink. I never had thoughts like that before, and I felt my cheeks redden. Distracted, I reached for the handle of the frying pan to give the egg mixture a swirl. I’d forgotten about a tea towel; I registered the heat in my palm, and I snatched away my hand. From a y
