“Yes,” squealed Mira.
“Well then. I’m going to give you an incentive to make sure there is progress. This is what’s going to happen…. Eye contact, please, Mira.” Mira blushed and still clutching her knees tried her best to keep looking at Maja. “The prospect of having a smacked bottom at your age, horrifies you, doesn’t it, Mira?”
“Yes…yes…” squealed Mira, pushing her thighs together and trapping her flattened palms between her knees and rubbing them together with deep anxiety.
“Well, I’m coming to see you again in August, aren’t I?”
Mira nodded.
“Well, when I come, if I’m not satisfied with your progress or if you haven’t done any training, then Mira, you will go across my knee, just like your mother did to you all those years ago. But I won’t spank you over your knickers. I’ll take
