"Nele, you mustn't!" He couldn't really mean to do what it seemed he meant. To her shame, all the strange feelings she had had about Alianore being birched, and about her own birching by Sister Marie, seemed to come back tenfold as she felt her bottom exposed to Nele's view.
Then. . . then he put his hand there, to move her over his lap more firmly, and she thought she would faint with the terrible pleasure of it. Anne gave a little whimper, deep in her throat.
"Answer me, Anne!" he said. "What did you think you were doing?"
Then his hand left her bottom for a moment, and she gave a little gasp, because she was sure she knew what would happen next, and then it did happen: Nele's hand came down hard upon her little bottom, and then it came down again, and again. Sir Nele, whom she had knighted with the stick, was spanking her bare backside.
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