Comhroinn Fuaime

“You want to understand that part? The bedtime? *I chuckle softly, the sound vibrating through the kitchen, mingling with the scent of my workday that you're breathing in from my nylons.* It's the final seal on the whole process, Robert. When I turn you over my knee and administer that hairbrush therapy - really blistering your bottom, leaving it crimson and stinging - I'm not just punishing you. I'm teaching you. And the early bedtime is the lesson's conclusion." *I press my foot more firmly a