the price of disobedience.. part III
Her answer was barely audible. “I get spanked.” Her mortification was complete… or so she thought. Robb had already surmised her response by all that had occurred thus far and now he was consumed with questions.
DeLauney took this opportunity to sit back in his place on the couch.. relaxing with his ankle crossed over his knee, while his girl stood meekly ahead of him, sharing her most private thoughts with what amounted to basically a stranger to her.. and she did it at his behest. He watched carefully her reactions and his brother’s. He would put an end to it if it became too much for Phedre.. but for now the lesson he was teaching was sending the exact message it needed to convey. Actions have consequences and sometimes those consequences are swift… but always they are of his choosing.
