She has just delivered the first six to the bare bottom of her maid. She waits, she knows that she will look into the mirror, and thus into her eyes…

…she looks up, tears running down her cheeks, into the eyes of her Mistress, Miss Kenworthy. She is captivated by the steady, sensual stare. She cannot look away.

Mistress Kenworthy whispers…

“Mirror Mirror
on the wall…

…who is the strictest of them all?”

The maid whispers back, “You are Miss Kenworthy.”

Miss Kenworthy smiles and says. “Good girl, there is no need to count the last six, they are coming fast and hard.”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!!!!!!

The maid screams, and stares into her Mistress’s eyes, crying, not daring to look away.

“Good girl. Now go and make me a cup of tea, you have made me very thirsty! And hurry…..but don’t you dare spill a drop in the saucer!”

The maid runs down stairs as fast as she can, and makes a cup of tea, just how Miss Kenworthy likes it. Hot, strong and filled right up to the brim. She gulps, and very carefully begins her journey back up the stairs…

Asa