Manon the Babysitter

“Brush, brush, brush your soles. Keep them nice and clean. Brusha, brusha, beusha, brush. Clean and nice footsies!” Marinette was going berserk. To get Manon inside, Marinette had agreed to be the one babysat by Manon. Somehow Manon had gotten Marinette naked, bound in a warm bathtub and hysterical from the bristles tormenting her feet. Manon had found two identical bad spots on Marinette’s arches that drove the decibels right up. “Remember naighty Mari, if you have an accident, these bristles turn over. And its a severe hairbrush spanking for you!”

Getting a spanking from Manon on her bare bum would be a physical reminder of the ordeal she was currently undergoing. That combined with the threat of drowning made this a true torment.