“You just couldn’t settle for winning gracefully, could you?” Anthea goes on.
“You’d got us fair and square.
You obviously wanted to make us suffer,
but you couldn’t settle just for a slippering,
could you?
No, you wanted more.
It was humiliating enough having to agree to take a spanking at our age,
let alone getting thrashed hard as well!”
“I’m sorry, Anthea,” I say, rather weakly.
“But when Joanna was asking how hard she was supposed to whack you,
well, the temptation was just too great.”
“I think you owe us both an apology, Clare.”
“Yes, Anthea. I’m very sorry I made it worse for you.
Sorry, Sara.”
“Apology accepted,” Anthea says.
“Yes, it’s okay,” Sara adds quietly.
“Do you want a coffee?” I ask, hopefully.