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Rosaline gagged as Polly led her to the bathroom.The last girl in line had just swiped her bottom with a hairbrush and she had jumped in the air with a girlish squeal, much to their hilarity. Her face was scarlet from embarrassment, anger and the effort of trying not to swallow the soap suds still filling her mouth.
“Little Rosy’s adorable when she’s quiet, isn’t she?’ teased Polly, and Rosaline glared hellfire at her. She knew better than to try talking; every word sent fresh chemical tastes down her throat.
“Do you need a helping hand, Auntie Polly?” called Petra, winking at Rosaline. “This one looks like a bit of a handful.”
“No thank you, Auntie Petra,” chuckled Polly. “I’ve dealt with bigger brats than this in my time. Besides, Mr Carlson gave me his slipper, just in case.”
She waved it in front of Rosaline, who gulped, then winced again at the taste. Tears were still streaming down her face from the soaping.
Once they’d made it to the sink, Rosaline fell upon the cold tap like a desert traveller. Swig after swig of water took away more and more of the hateful soap flavour. It was stubborn and she dearly wished she had some tooth powder or lemonade to attack it with. Some of the taste still remained when Polly turned off the tap.
“Hey!” Rosaline protested.
“That’s enough, Rosy,” said Polly sternly. “It won’t do you any harm to have a little reminder of your punishment. And ‘Hey’ is no way to address your dear auntie, is it?”
She smiled wickedly, tapping the slipper against her hand.
“But you’re not –” began Rosaline. “You’re just –”
Polly raised an eyebrow. “What does a good little girl say to her auntie for helping her wash her mouth out? Perhaps I should ask your other aunties to come and witness this.”
“No! No!” panicked Rosaline. “Ugh, but –” It was all so horribly unfair!
“Well?”
Tap. Tap. Tap. The memory of her slippering made Rosaline blush again.
“Ughhh,” she shuddered, furious at the trap. “Thank you… Auntie Polly…”
“Aww, that’s much better!” clapped Polly. “Well done, Rosy-Posy! We’ll make an angelic little darling of you yet!”
Rosaline glowered at the floor, realising how ridiculous she looked in her crumpled wings and fussy white frock.
“Now then, let’s go and see all of your other aunties and Mr Carlson and see what treats are in store for our sweet little darling Rosy,” gushed Polly.
“I will make sure my father hears –”
“– hears what, Rosy? All about how his daughter got a much-overdue spanking for her perjury and disrespect? About how she got dressed up like a fairy princess and got her naughty little mouth soaped? Oh yes, I’m sure the local papers will love that. Let’s send them a few photographs as well.”
Rosaline flushed at the prospect of the papers running a spread on her humiliation.
“You wouldn’t dare… you… you…”
“Oh, best stop this eruption before it gets going,” chuckled Polly, and shoved a freshly-soaped washcloth into Rosaline’s mouth.
Out in the hallway, there had been a brief period of peace, during which the loudest sound was the splashing of the bathroom tap.
“Damn sight more tranquil round here when our house brat has a bar of soap in her mouth, isn’t it?” said Lily.
“Not half,” said Cerys. “Perhaps she’d have been a nicer girl if she’d had a few more latherings as a little girl.”
“Oh brother,” said Petra, leafing through the appointments book. “I’ve got Mr Pender this afternoon.”
“What’s the problem?” asked Lily. “Easy enough job. Don’t even need to mess up your lipstick with him.”
“Oh, I’d rather do the full works than go through that pantomime again,” groaned Petra. “I’m not the simpering ‘Yes, Daddy’ type. And he’s always wanting to make the scene more elaborate, always asking for props, or worse: bringing his own. Honestly, he’ll turn up with a life-size pram one day and ask to take me to the park.”
“At least you won’t have to walk anywhere if that happens,” chuckled Ruby.
“If you like being Baby so much, why don’t you take my shift?” said Petra.
“No chance!” Ruby put up her hands. “Anyway, I’ll be busy later, striping some headmaster with his own cane.”
A spluttering sound came from the bathroom, along with retching and spitting.
“That carbolic is nasty stuff,” winced Lily. “It’ll take a fair few rinses to shift it.”
“Good,” said Ruby. “Perhaps the lesson will stick a bit longer then.”
“Urggh!” they heard. “I can still taste it! I want more water!”
There was a smart slapping sound and a yelp.
“What do good girls say?” That was Polly.
“Ughhh! Please! Please may I have some more water?”
“…?”
“…GUH! AUNTIE Polly! Please may I have more water, AUNTIE Polly?”
“There’s my good girl. Here you go. More water for the soapy-mouthed ingrate!”
The tap ran again, then the girls heard an overdramatic spitting-out sound.
“Brurrgghh!”
“Now, do you need to go to the toilet before we go and see nice Mr Carlson again?” said Polly, in the manner of a mother asking her toddler before a long journey.
“No, I don’t!” snapped Rosaline.
“I think you mean ‘No thank you, Auntie Polly, but I’ll let this one slide.” Polly straightened Rosaline’s wings and fluffed up her ruffled skirts once more, so she resembled a child at a birthday party.
Seizing Rosaline’s hand, Polly led her back through. Rosaline retched dramatically at the lingering flavour.
“Oh, stop being such a child about it!” said Polly. “That’s enough water for you.”
“But it still tastes FOUL!”
“Yes. It’s meant to,” said Polly, hustling a red-faced, gagging fairy princess out of the bathroom, toward Carlson’s room. The girls couldn’t help sniggering.
“You can shut up, you hyenas!” barked Rosaline. At this, Polly grabbed her by the ear.
“Owowow!” sobbed Rosaline as she was towed along, which only made the sniggers louder. Her skewed paper wings looked ridiculous and her curls were half-in, half-out, making her look like a naughty little tot who had been punished by her nurse.
“Some people never learn, do they?” Petra shook her head and the others agreed.
“All washed out and ready to start over,” sang Polly as she pushed the little princess forward.
“Oh, she looks much more presentable now!” said Carlson, strolling in. “Now, where were we?”
“We were about to meet Mimi!” called Cerys, grinning at Rosaline.
“Thank you – that’s right!” said Carlson, holding out the china doll to Rosaline. “Here you go, Rosy. I know you were very sad without your dolly, weren’t you?”
Rosaline seethed as she took the satin-clad apparition in her hands.
“Don’t they look cute together?” cooed Lily, compounding the embarrassment.
“Now then, Rosy-Posy,” said Carlson, cupping her chin. “I want you to be a very good girl and introduce each of your aunties to your best friend Mimi.”
Rosaline groaned.
“Unless you want more soap for dinner?”
Rosaline’s eyes widened and she shook her head. Her curls bobbed adorably.
“Very well then. Start with Auntie Petra please.”
Like a criminal heading to the gallows, Rosaline approached Petra.
“Go on,” urged Carlson.
Rosaline held out the doll without a word.
“You can do better than that, Rosy dear,” said Carlson. “Do you need me to pinken your bottom some more?”
“No!” said Rosaline quickly. Resigned, she held out the doll again.
“This is Mimi… Auntie Petra.”
“Oh, pleased to meet you, Mimi,” giggled Petra. “Are you Rosy-Posy’s best friend?”
She pretended to listen to the doll, mock-gasping as she did so.
“Oh my! Rosy got her mouth soaped for being a naughty little girl? You do have some tales, Mimi!”
The room burst out laughing. Rosaline glared and retracted the doll.
“How about a curtsey, Rosy?” said Carlson. “Show Auntie Petra what a well-behaved little girl you are.”
Rosaline clenched her fists by her sides and bobbed an angry curtsey, prompting more laughter.
“Let’s meet Auntie Lily next,” said Carlson.
Rosaline grudgingly repeated her introduction. Like Petra, Lily leaned in, pretending to listen to the doll.
“Oh Mimi, that can’t be true! Little Rosykins got a smacked bottom for being cheeky?”
She scooped up Rosaline’s frilled skirt to show off the cane marks once again, and everyone howled.
“So it is true! What a rosy bottom little Rosy has!” crooned Petra.
Rosaline yanked down her skirt in fury.
Mimi had to be introduced to all of the ‘aunties’ in turn. It was excruciating. Each girl made the most of Rosaline’s embarrassment, ‘learning’ all about Rosy’s punishment.
Finally, it was the turn of Ruby.
“Auntie Ruby, this is Mimi,” said Rosaline, wearily.
“Isn’t she pretty?” said Ruby, as if addressing a tot. “Oh, but I think she has something she wants to tell me…”
Rosaline rolled her eyes as Ruby ‘listened’ to the doll, nodding.
“Well! Mimi thinks Little Rosy might be a bedwetter! Aww, poor little Rosy!”
Rosaline saw red.
“I am NOT! I am NOT a bedwetter, you idiotic slut!”
“Oh dear, and we were just getting that temper under control,” sighed Carlson. “Looks like the last spanking wore off, so Rosy-Posy needs a refresher. Here we go!”
He grabbed Rosaline by the ear so yelped and immediately hopped up on tiptoes, tottering along. He put a foot up on a chair and pulled her across his leg, so her plastic shoes were kicking in the air.
“Nooo!” wailed Rosaline. “Nooo, I’m not, though! She’s a stinking liar!”
“She’s your Auntie Ruby,” said Carlson, lifting her skirts and pulling down her frilly knickers. “And you do not talk like that to her!”
He delivered a hard smack to Rosaline’s bottom, and she sobbed.
“We’ll have to put rubber sheets on your bed!” called Petra. “Can’t have little girls soaking the mattress!”
“Shut up! Shut up!” howled Rosaline, legs flailing. Carlson’s hand landed again and again, sometimes on her bottom and sometimes on her thighs, prompting an even louder “OWWWW!”
“Are you ready to apologise to Auntie Ruby?” said Carlson.
“She’s not my auntie and she’s a lying whore!” screamed Rosaline.
WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.
“I think we might need the hairbrush,” said Carlson. Lily handed it to him and he brought it down on Rosaline’s quivering pink cheeks.
“Nooooooo!” wailed Rosaline. It hurt so much! She could feel tears rolling down her face and snot bubbling in her nose.
Carlson administered the hairbrush in smart, stinging strokes, causing the fairy princess to yell and wriggle, to the amusement of the girls. Just then, Cerys gasped.
“Oh my! Looks like you were right, Rubes!”
Rosaline froze as she realised there was a warm feeling running down her leg.
No! She couldn’t have! She couldn’t!
“Oh dear,” said Carlson, looking down at the little puddle beneath Rosaline’s feet.
“I did ask our little guest if she wanted to go before all this,” said Polly. “She huffed and puffed and was very sure she didn’t need a wee-wee.”
“I mean, she’s not exactly a bedwetter,” allowed Cerys. “Just a wetter, really… “
“Noooo!” sobbed Rosaline, hiding her face in her hands.
“Might need some of those rubber sheets after all,” said Petra.
Carlson let her down, guiding her feet away from the puddle.
“Don’t worry, Little Rosy. All of your aunties are here to take care of you. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”