Sore Cheeks For Cheek

Irelynn is nervous : She had fun in the park today with a picnic, but when the keeper asked her to pick up the litter she had left on the grass she told him it was his job to do, and refused. As she ran off, laughing, she heard the keeper shout that he knew her father and would be phoning him. Now she creeps up the stairs to her room, hoping that it was maybe, just maybe, an empty threat. No such luck for the poor girl. Paul is waiting outside her room, and his accessories leave her in no doubt that she is going to get what is coming to her...