Rosie thinks she can hear something tense in his voice, some spark of hunger or heat. Whether she's imagining it or not is immaterial; either way, it makes her stomach flip and gets her just slightly wetter between her thighs.

"Girls who can't...who can't be good," she starts, then stops, breathing out a quiet whine as she hangs her head, her face flushing scarlet. "They get spanked."