I answer, thinking of the great pleasure I’m going to have watching Sara and Anthea getting walloped by our Joanna here.
Unusually, Joanna waits for a good few seconds before the next whack, during which time I can hear her moving about a bit behind me.
Then, suddenly, an almighty thwack echoes round the room as Joanna delivers a massive swipe across my poor bottom.
“Ooooww!!” I cry, standing up and instantly massaging my sore backside.
“Are you sure I’m not hitting too hard?” Joanna asks.
I look at her a little oddly, because it’s not so much concern about my well-being I see on her face so much as, well, satisfaction.
“Oh no.” I say, wondering whether I’ll be able to sit down this evening.
I’m still rubbing my poor bottom when the door bursts open.
