Mrs. Jamieson grabbed a hairbrush off of her dresser.

Sitting down on the bed, Penelope pulled Michael toward her.

“Things are going to change around here starting now.”

With that, she started to loosen his belt.

“Please don’t, mom. Not with Ms. Ames here.”

“Why not? Ms. Ames is your new governess.

She’s not only gonna see your behind getting a spanking,

if need be, she has my permission to do the exact same thing I’m doing now.”

Tugging at the young boys, she pulled him across her lap.

Raising the hairbrush, she brought it crisply across the left buttock just above the thigh.

Smaaaack.

“Owwwwww!!!”

“Do I (Smaaaack) make (Smaaaack) myself (Smaaaack) clear (Smaaaack)?”

“Yes, mom,” the boy stammered out between sobs and howls.

Smaaaack, Smaaaack, Smaaaack.