As he stood at the grand fireside at Mount Hall, Ann's father lit his pipe whilst speaking sporadically in his paternal fashion. "Well I suppose your brother Julian puff- has gained his leadership proficiency at cadet camp; so you wont be puff puff- entirely unsupervised -puff- at Karen Cottage." "Oh Quentin dear, soothed his wife Emily as she continued to knit in the old fireside chair, we've discussed all of this; Ann is growing up now." "Yes, I'm a teenager now father!" added Ann earnestly. Her father took stock of her as he drew again on his pipe, "But still needing the odd spanking nonetheless. " he said peering though his bushy eyebrows. His wife threw a scowl as she continued knitting. Ann's recall of her recent spanking caused her face to flush but she persisted with her assurances. " And there's Dick and George and Timmy too, so I ll be double safe father!"
Karen Cottage, set in a quiet Dorset village next to the sea, had been a holiday haunt for the family over past years. Now they were older, Julian, Dick and Ann wanted to rediscover it independently for themselves. Naturally their cousin George and her dog Timmy also, because they had always been on adventures together. Her Father smiled encouragingly, "Well you will all have to work together and that will do you good but I expect you all to follow Julian's example and stay away from undesirable oiks and other riffraff." Relieved at his official blessing, Ann ran forward to hug her father just as her other brother came into the room. "Oh Dick" said Ann merrily; we're going to Karen Cottage! " Just us five!" "Oh that's just splendid Ann!" chortled Dick.
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