Chapter Eleven
The prelude to dinner was a bit odd. Especially when the Judge and the poor sheepish Jenny marched downstairs just as everyone, except for Victor Heath, was ready to go into the dining room.
“Jenny has something to show you,” the Judge announced to the entire group when the two entered the living room. The others looked at her tear-stained face, no one doubting what had just happened. The whole house had heard her impassioned cries, sure that this punishment was not any mere spanking game, certainly no rollicking adventure. “Go ahead,” the Judge encouraged her when Jenny showed her reluctance. “Shall I began again, in front of all these good people?” Niles asked.
Jenny had never been quite so embarrassed in her whole spanking life, and likely never so justly punished. But
