Each whack of the slipper crashes into Anthea’s backside with a mighty bang that seems to reverberate around the room.
I can see the perfect screw her face up as each stroke hits the target,
but she holds her position perfectly.
“Unnhh!!”
Sara breathes in, as though making a comment on the force of each stroke applied to Anthea’s bottom.
I can see her point, particularly when she knows she’s going to be getting the same shortly.
“Unnhh!!”
Joanna has no such worries and keeps whacking away, apparently relishing the task.
Anthea’s right knee just buckles a little as the slipper whacks her again,
so I guess she’s really feeling it now.
“Oooochh!!”
After a little pause, Joanna swings the plimsoll down very firmly and delivers an almighty whack to Anthea’s poor bottom.
Both the prefect’s knees buckle slightly this time.