“Oh, hush,” Diana said. “It’s only a spanking, dear. If your little act was anything to go by, your backside is going to receive a great deal worse back home, and very soon. I can tell you’re a mischievous little thing.”
Gretchen turned to the woman, and saw such disdain in her hazel eyes that she suddenly felt like a little insect kept alive on sufferance for being mildly amusing.
“Diana,” the one named Martin said, “you really go too far. This girl may be a relict, but her DNA is the same as yours.”
Heather snorted, “Says the man who just paid fifteen credits to spank the relict girl’s pretty little hiney.”