“Time for your wake-up paddling, little boy.” She slapped the paddle sharply against her left palm–Whap! “This is the start of a new family tradition with my new baby brother, so let’s get your chubby bottom cheeks for your first morning paddywhacking from me.” She tittered cheerily. “But hardly your last, that’s for certain.”
“Oh, but Nannie, I’m so sore from yesterday…” But even as he finished the statement, he realized that it wasn’t true–his posterior didn’t feel even moderately tender, beyond the normal sensitivity of a five-year-old’s behind.
“Tell me another one, Carltie,” Nantessa scoffed condescendingly, sitting on the side of his low bed–she seated herself almost exactly where her mother had done likewise the night before, immediately prior to strapping Carlton’s boyish behind. “Just lie across my lap right now, and let’s see how sore your dishonest you really are.”
Carlton started to protest, but he quickly realized that it would have the same effect with Nantessa that it had always had with Rebecca–his spanking would simply be extended and intensified.
“But, oh…Yes, Miss Nantessa.”
“Quickly, naughty brother.” Nantessa set the paddle down behind her.