So, having no compunction about dealing with Betty exactly as she had threatened, she ordered, “Okay, Betty, come here and get across my lap.”As a...l of this took Betty back to those days when Miss Thomas spanked her and her classmates, so she was actually now feeling aroused at the prospect because she knew that the spanking, at least, she would be able to cope with. After all, she was pretty sure that an eighteen-year-old would not be able to speak her sufficiently hard to make her. As soon as Jonathan felt something soft slide over his hand and tightenaround his wrist, a sharp bolt of sheer panic shot through him. He shot offthe bed to his knees, his right arm still bound to the brass headboard. Hestarted to wrestle with the knot, just as he felt her hand slip over his andstill it."Trust me..." came a whisper floating to him on the still, warm air.He loved her. Everything in him screamed at his loss of control. He hadto trust her. He was scared stiff. He stood still for a. "It is not my fault that Don Hugo was betrayed by his own niece or that the man went mad in response to the news he was being recalled to Madrid. If he had fled instead of causing us strife our cause would not have been undone. Now shut up and follow me. If we are lucky we will fall upon that whelp and put an end to this once and for all. Without him hunting you any longer you can disappear and perhaps our long term goals will finally bear fruit. We will have to see." Have you seen anyone?". She was a precocious, friendly child that Tom had enjoyed being around from the first time he met her. Tom had even helped her learn how to ride a bike when her parents were too busy. He wasn't sure exactly how old she was now, about fifteen or sixteen maybe, but irregardless, she was too young to succumb to whatever mysterious spell he was casting over women today, wasn't she? He should have known better.She was holding a plastic bag and a clipboard. "Hi, Mr. Jenkins. I'm selling Christmas.