‘Over my knee,’ said Pilar, in a voice that could not be denied.
Beth bent over Pilar’s knee. Beside her, Pilar had a hairbrush. She picked it up and began to spank Beth, the wooden side downwards. I don’t know if you have ever been spanked by a hairbrush. It looks like an innocuous object. But I can assure you that properly wielded it can deliver quite an impact. Pilar’s was a large, heavy brush, and she wielded it with determination. This was her last chance to give Beth something to remember her by. Beth’s bottom still showed the bruises she had received from Aidan’s spanking with his belt, and indeed she was still tender. As Pilar brought the brush down on her, over and over again, with firm, even severe, strokes, Beth wriggled about and made little noises of protest, noises which, of
