Before I could ask what the hell he meant by that he'd plumped himself down on the couch, grabbed my arm and simply hauled me over his lap.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded. "You let me go or I'll scream."

"I'm going to spank a, 'what was it?' a rude, unruly, fractious, brat. May I point out that if you scream it won't stop me spanking you but it will probably cause Jane to come out and see what's going on? She'll probably enjoy watching and would certainly tell all her friends about it."

"She has friends?" I asked, suspecting not, but I didn't scream....