‘Well you wanted them taken down, didn’t you? They’re down now aren’t they Laura?’ were the accusations arising within her.
Unfortunately, the loss of tights and knickers on one foot, rather than being an advantage, because Laura could now open her legs, became a liability. Harriet was exploiting opportunities provided by spread legs to smack Laura’s inner buttocks as the target entered her sights. Laura was now wailing and sniffing and breathing in a way which sounded a bit like the rising and falling of a fire engine siren. Oh, how Laura wanted the fire brigade to come and hose down her bottom or for her ‘enemy,’ to see her white knickers waving as a sign of surrender.
Then suddenly, it stopped. “You may get up Laura,” said Harriet. The permission really came after the fact, because as
