<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's Bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Talking About Feelings</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Monica turned and caught Adriaana's hand on the down stroke, long fingers curling around the girl's on the brush.<br/><br/>"You're still a little girl, Adriaana, for all you're almost grown.  You're a little girl inside, where it really matters, and that's why you're so special.  You'll always need someone around to take care of her, to guide her, to make her feel special.  Because she is.  She's very special."  Monica smiled and patted Adriaana's hand then took the brush out of it and held it in her own.<br/><br/>"Correction, punishment if you will, is not supposed to be pleasant.  It should be humiliating or painful or both so as to discourage someone from wanting to experience it again.  Shame is often as effective as pain, as you saw when I put you in the corner in front of your friend.  In front of Cassandra."  Monica turned the brush in her hand as she spoke so the bristles were facing up and the flat wooden side facing down.  "By ignoring you, I denied you all attention.  I told you that you were not worth noticing, not worth being in my presence until I said so."<br/><br/>"You said it was uncomfortable, or near enough as no matter," she waved the brush dismissively.  "Tell me, Adriaana, would you have preferred I put you over my lap and spanked your little bottom with this?"  Monica presented the back of the brush and made a quick, downward slapping motion.  "Would that have been your preference, little girl?"<br/><br/><br/><br/>