“Perhaps it’s odd to you, Miranda, but then you did know the possibility existed. You didn’t take your eyes off Miss Reault yesterday, while she was in the midst of her agony. And you did come back. I suspect that’s because this kind of heavy handed discipline appeals to you.”
“Oh no, you’re wrong there!” she denied his assertion, though she wasn’t altogether certain that he wasn’t right.
Mario smiled smugly and turned away. He took her music tape from the machine and motioned her to follow him into his private office. Once there, he hung the leather spanker on the wall. Next to it hung a wooden paddle with a broad round end, and on the other side was the thin reed cane that he’d used to finish off Cassandra the day before.
“Sit down,” he said, motioning to a chair in front of the
