I’d suggested to Juniper that she might want to do a little more, to prove not just to me but to herself that she really was a good girl.
She seemed to accept the principle. But I expected some dramatic and florid ideas were passing through her head, while she tried to stare out my carpet.
“Well, I know a way, Juniper. You fully earned that spanking you just got.”
I paused and gazed at her, so that she knew something was expected. After the briefest of pauses she nodded. “Yes, sir.”
I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.