Chapter Thirty-Seven
Dahlia Smythe carried two steaming mugs of tea to her kitchen table. She settled into a chair across the table from her daughter. “So, tell me, Emma, how are things progressing. I haven’t heard from you in weeks.”
“I know that, Mother, and I’m sorry. The hospital and Richie’s training have kept me busy. He is progressing, still adjusting to his Rosie persona. Frequent - sometimes daily whippings - seem to help him along.”
Dahlia smiled proudly at her daughter. “You make me so proud.”
“To be honest, I’ve been feeling guilty.”
“But, why, darling? You are doing everything right.”
“Well, first of all, I am far more strict and harsh with him now than I was before the wedding. Secondly, I won’t lie to you I enjoy cracking the whip. I look forward to disciplining Rosie.
