Now Sara has both hands on the back of the chair and she looks across at me with not a happy face.
Then she too looks behind her, firstly at Joanna and then a long hard look at the large white plimsoll before turning back again to face the chair.
Taking a deep breath, she finally bends down over the chair, but not far enough for my liking.
“Come on, Sara.
Get your head right down and stick your bottom out.
You’re here for a good spanking, not a fashion show!”
Oh, Sara doesn’t like that!
She’s giving me such a wicked look.
Still, she is now forcing herself further down over the back of the chair.
Joanna looks at me, and I give her a nod.