{
  "writing": "“What are you wearing?”\n\n“I-”\n\n “Never mind, you know better. See the butler.”\n\n“But... Yes, Mother.”\n\nA long trudge through the mansion to knock on an open door.  “Mr Bates?”\n\n“Another punishment, Miss H?”\n\n<nod>\n\n“You know the drill, I’m afraid.”\n\nShe does.  Pants down, over his knee.  \n\nEleven swats, one for each year of age, elicit whimpers then sobs.\n\nThen into the corner, nose to wall. Eleven minutes with rear still bare, tail held high.  Shame as fiery as her rump.\n\n“Hot chocolate to your room for when you’re done, Miss?”\n\nA last tear vanishes into fur.  “Thank you.”"
}