The single spank which followed seemed particularly rhetorical yet it still helped reinforce things.
“Yes, Mommy Wilkins.”
“Good, then you won’t give me any trouble about taking these shorts off now, will you?”
“No, Mommy Wilkins.”
“That’s more like it, child. Now stand still while I get these off so we can have our dinner.”
Releasing Billy and straightening him up, Mrs. Wilkins knelt in front of him and quickly slipped his shorts down to his ankles. She then held him steady with one hand while guiding his feet out of the shorts with the other. After tossing them onto the nearby sofa, she turned Billy toward the dinner table, swatted him firmly once more and said,
“Now get to the table, children and let’s see how well behaved you two can be.”