Mother Knows BestChapter 3
Abigail smiled contentedly now she had Rex all to herself in the confines of her personal boudoir; as he knelt cowering, she strutted about the large bedroom which was clinically clean and tidy, and pictures from a bygone era of women in service adorned the walls. Rex was immediately given a feather duster and marshalled about the room, the stern and coldly authoritative woman taking great pleasure in striping his bare cheeks with her stinging cane at any given opportunity; though the room...