Jane just nodded her head, sighing. “And she was starting to ask me whether my ‘boyfriend’ still spanks me.” She shook her head in exasperation. “She doesn’t really give a hoot about Father Brian, she just wants to be punished again.”
Then she gave Peter a sly, sidelong glance and added, “But then again, who doesn’t?”
Peter gave her a crooked smile and said, “Gosh, I’m really in demand around here. I can see I’m going to have to start charging for my services. Let’s see…’Peter’s Punishment Providers’. That has a nice ring to it. Would you care to make an appointment?”
“Well, I don’t know,” she replied, smiling in return. “How much do you charge?”
“Hmm…good question.”
Peter looked up at the sky as he calculated. Well, there’s your basic spanking, which you can purchase at the hourly rate, or the per-whack rate, if you prefer. Or you can use our handy color-chart to *********** the exact degree of redness you want to achieve.”
They had turned the corner and had nearly reached the driveway where the car was parked. The street was deserted; the only sounds other than the ones emanating from Suzy’s house were crickets, peepers and other night creatures. Jane was enjoying Peter’s flight of fancy…
