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held his peace for a moment as Amelia struggled with herself.
    Deciding there was little alternative, she got up sullenly, doing her best to cover her naked charms as the water drained off her into the slipper-bath.
    â€˜No, Amelia. I thought we had discussed this. Place your hands behind your head. I want to take a look at Mr Catchpole’s handiwork.’
    This was too much for her to endure. Rather than do as she was told, Amelia put her left hand, with which she had been attempting to cover her breasts, down with her right, which she was using to shield her quim.
    â€˜You really are a slow learner, Amelia,’ Jamie said regretfully as he stepped behind her and unleashed a sudden stroke of the cane. The whippy stick cracked across Amelia’s wet bottom. She gave a startled shriek of pain.
    She tried to turn, to keep her naked rear away from him, but shuffling in the wet tub was slow, and his circling was quicker. Again the cane whistled through the air and thwacked across moist bottom-flesh. Amelia squealed again. When the third stroke caught her across her thighs, Amelia doubled up and howled. Then she raised her hands, though she still crouched wincing, knowing that she could not win this game.
    â€˜Ow! Ooh! That really stings, you – you – you…’ As she blinked the tears of pain from her eyes, she met his gaze and the insult died on her lips as she watched him flex the cane.
    â€˜And so unnecessary, Amelia, my dear,’ Jamie said calmly. ‘Eventually you will learn it is best to obey right away. Now get your hands behind your head and stand up straight. Legs apart… Oh yes, that’s much more appropriate. Would you mind terribly, Amelia, if I were to have a feel?’
    Amelia moaned as he placed his hand over her wet mons and squeezed gently.
    â€˜Oh, yes, that’s very nice. He did do a good job. Mrs Pritchard tells me you enjoyed it too, after all that fuss! Anyway, time to get dressed now. Lord Alex and Lady Alicia have asked me to present you to them after dinner tonight, and I have something particularly special for you to wear.’
    â€˜Not long now. Just wait till I see Uncle Alex. Just wait till he sees what Jamie has done to us. God, I hope we don’t have to wait much longer. I’m dying for a pee.’
    â€˜Oh, Amelia, please don’t make things any worse.’ Clara blinked in appeal. ‘Aunt and Uncle must have agreed to this…’ She fell silent and leant against the dark oak-panelled wall with a chinking of chain.
    Dressing for dinner had proved a grave disappointment to Amelia. Jamie had donned a smart dinner-jacket, complete with a white tie and white double-breasted waistcoat. However, for Amelia and Clara there was nothing but a fresh pair of stockings, clean knickers, and a new silk smock for each of them to wear.
    â€˜I thought you said there was something special,’ Amelia had muttered as she put the hateful outfit on once more.
    â€˜Oh yes, of course.’ Jamie smiled and produced from his jacket pockets a pair of sky-blue lacy garters and matching hair ribbons, and a similar set in pink. ‘Here.’ He handed the blue set to Clara. ‘To match your lovely eyes.’
    Amelia had fumed to see the silly girl’s eyelashes flutter at the compliment. Then he had handed the pink set to her. ‘To match your bottom when I spank it later, Amelia, and your blushing cheeks.’
    Amelia had very nearly mutinied again, but he had strolled over to the cane cupboard and she hurriedly pulled the garters on. Betsy had then put the cousins’ hair in girlish bunches with the ribbons, as Amelia watched Jamie out of the corner of her eye. The young man had emerged from the cupboard with a handful of dark-brown leather straps.
    â€˜What is taking them so long? We must have been here for over an hour.’ Amelia shifted from foot to foot. The pressure in her bladder was starting to become acute. She was