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Joelle
It was a busy Monday afternoon in Clarkstown's Spank Shop and the pretty young receptionist Kimberley Kennedy felt rushed off her feet. This happened at the end of every school holiday. People came flooding into the shop to have their rears properly warmed by the Spank Shop's elegant and attractive proprietress Andrea Mahony.

Even with the assistance of Kimberley's stern and beautiful mother Gabrielle, they were still having difficulty matching demand. All the corners were full with glowing red bottoms awaiting pick up, and the sounds of a double spanking could be heard emanating from Andrea's parlour. Two clients were draped over the knees of Andrea and Gabrielle as the women soundly applied hairbrush and slipper respectively to the recalcitrant upturned behinds.

Kimberley sat back, finished her Excel ledger entry and then watched their most recent client leave rubbing his bottom ruefully as he minced out of the shop. The teenage receptionist glanced at the three remaining backsides in the corner and sighed. She massaged her temples and closed her blue eyes. They snapped open as the phone rang harshly and jangled her nerves. What now? she thought in exasperation as she snatched the phone from the cradle and said in her best, most pleasant reception voice "Spank Shop. This is Kimberley, How may I help you?"

"Allo. May I speak with Andee, please?" A woman's voice, speaking French accented English floated over the other end of the phone.

"Um," Kimberley began, not sure how to respond. "Miss Andrea," she emphasized the Miss, "is busy at present. May I ask who is calling and take a message?"

"My name is Joelle Clemenceau and I will 'old for Andee."

Hold? How? wondered Kimberley. I don't even have a hold button. "Er, Mrs Clemenceau I can't..."

"Mademoiselle!" the French lady snapped. "I am not married, please put me on 'old until Andee is free."

"I can't put you on -" Kimberley began to explain but then the parlour door opened.

"Kimmy,” Andrea called. “Daniel is done with his spanking and your Mum is just finishing up with Joanne. Do we have any free corners?"

Kimberley held the mouthpiece of the phone to her breast to cover it and answered in a somewhat harassed voice, "I've only got one free, ma'am."

"Okay, we'll pop Joanne in that one and Daniel can do his corner time here with us. Do you think you could see your way clear to putting the kettle on, dear?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Kimberley murmured. "I've got this French lady on the phone who is demanding to speak to Andee." The blonde girl mimicked Mademoiselle Clemenceau's accent.

"Andee," Andrea repeated in a wondering tone and then laughed. "Put her through please, sweetheart."

Kimberley shrugged and told the haughty French caller, "Putting you through now, Madam." making sure that she accentuated the Madam and transferring the call before the lady could snap at her again.

Kimberley was making tea when Gabrielle joined her in the kitchen. "Busy day, Mum?" Kimberley asked.