“She always makes a fuss,” said Lady Deborah, without the least concern. “That’s how I know I am getting through to her.”
She struck her again, then again. Jane tried to wriggle free but Robert held her tightly. He watched as the pretty little bottom turned a deeper shade of red. That the blows stung severely he had no doubt. After a score of strokes or more, Lady Deborah went back to the chest of drawers and returned with a small, whippy cane.
“Today I shall not go through my full repertoire,” she said. “This is just to give the boy a glimpse of what I like to do with girls, as well as boys. I can’t finish without a few strokes of the cane. Rather hard ones, I fear.”
Jane gave a little whimper. “Please?” she implored.
Lady Deborah laughed. “She always does this, implores me for mercy,
