She couldn’t eat, she was far too nervous. “Okay, enough,” Tom said drawing her plate away. “No, I’m not finished.” She reached for the plate, but he rose, placing it on the bench. “Yes, you are,” he said calmly. “You’re playing with your food to delay your spanking and early bedtime. Now go stand in the corner of the living room, nose against the wall, hands behind your back and pants and panties around your ankles. She gaped at him. “You have got to be kidding. I’m not fucking two.” He glared at her and she bit her lip nervously. Slowly standing, he came around and held out his hand. Frankie took it with trepidation, following along as he led her out of the kitchen. But he didn’t walk into the living area, instead he continued on down the passage. “Uhh, Tom, what are we doing?” she asked nervously as pulled her into the bathroom.
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