MR Wetherall Canes Hard

Move.

Don't touch your bottom, hands on your head.

You, blondie.

Over here.

Another routine.

Shut up.

Head down.

Head down.

It reminds me of my sailing holiday in Greece.

Oh my gosh.

Happy memories.

Ow!

Rose or Corphel I can't quite remember.

It's Rose.

Back over there.

Yes sir.

Hands on your head.

And you, you've got to stay here.

Don't wait, get over here.

Come down.

What's that?

Keep complaining!

Well, well,...well. I'm off on my holiday soon.

But I'm feeling there's going to be more misbehaviour whilst I'm away.

So what I'll just do is, I'll punish you a little bit extra today to make up for the lost time.

Now get over the table, blondie.

Oh, sorry.

Get over the table. Stop whinging. I'm sick and tired of hearing it.

Oh, sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

Do you know what? There's a special treat I'll let you choose.

What?

A special treat from Mr Weatherall you choose.

Now, you have five seconds or you get all five.

I'll have five.

I prefer five.

Bye!

Peace.

Right, I'll be finishing you back over there.

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