“Ah, my dear Rebecca,” Jessica met her with a contemptuous smile. “Come right in.”
“Auntie,” Rebecca curtsied, returning the mockery with the a coy expression.
“Sit down, dear,” she motioned her to a small chair across from her more generous one. “I’d serve you tea, but I think this will be brief.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The chair was dammed uncomfortable, certainly dainty, but the surface was hard and so tiny, she had barely enough room to set her ass. She must have looked starched and prudish sitting with her back flat against the intricate scrollwork.
“I was distressed that you took your punishment today with such an acid tone,” her aunt began. “One of your duties here is to display the proper amount of pleasure, mixed with the experience of pain when you are made the object of such a publi
