He overrode her objections with a sharp rejoinder. “Do you wish more, Francine? Perhaps another two or three or more?” At her whimper he continued, “I thought not. Ruby, please proceed.” As I stepped back, the handle warm from his exertions, I nervously eyed the red stripes decorating her squirming bottom. Mr. Steedstiff placed restraining fingers on my arm. “One last thing, ladies. There will be no retaliation from this and, if you think to pull your blow, Ruby, I will thrash you not twenty-two times next week, but at least twice that. Do not hold back.” Miss Frothinglips moaned.
Rather than read each individual drabble, you can go to this page which has links to all the complete previous chapters. For easier reading, once I have posted all 30 drabbles, I repost the entire chapter in 3,000 words.