Wincing with pain, Jane carefully pulled herself to a sitting position and rubbed her eyes. She squinted at the glare of the sun. "I tried to wake her when I came in but she wouldn't budge. Janie! Come to me." Philip sat down in a large, stuffed chair and patted his thigh. "Hurry, girl. The longer you delay, the longer your morning spanking will be." "Morning spanking? Dear Lord, no…" Jane groaned. "Papa, please. I cannot sit and—" "One…" "Papa!" "Two…" She scrambled out of the bed, tripping over the linens in an effort to arrive before he reached the final number. He looked pleased as she stood completely disheveled before him. Pushing the hair from her face, he cupped her cheek, rubbing the red wrinkles from her smooth skin with his thumb. "Good girl. Every morning will start with a spanking, as will every evening before you go to bed. The level of discomfort will depend upon the time it takes for you to go across my lap, and the sass that accompanies it. I want you to lift up your skirts and drop your drawers." Jane glanced at Usha and felt her face heat as the woman crossed her arms and nodded.
