Free Reforming Little Anya by Rose St. Andrews Page A

upon such offers as being noble and admitting the person was wrong, and so they never took the person up on it. She was confident that this would win her back some major brownie points.
    “That is very good of you, Anya. It takes a very strong and mature little girl to admit that she’s wrong, and be willing to take the consequences. But you’re far too sore to be spanked again, now. We’ll wait a few days, and then I’ll call you to my room, okay?”
    Jessica’s jaw dropped. He was taking her up on it. She suddenly realized that she must have a very shocked and surprised look on her face. Closing her mouth, Jessica just sort of slowly nodded, not knowing what else to do.
    “I, ahhh, yes, sir,” she finally got out. “I thank you, sir.”
    Viktor turned his head slightly toward the windows that looked out over the front yard. “Ah, the girls are back. All right, Anya, you now have free time for the rest of the afternoon. You may do your homework and play until dinner.”
    “Ahhh, yes, sir,” Jessica replied, slowly moving toward the front stairs.
    He’d taken her up on it, Viktor was going to spank her again. Jessica had just made an appointment to get her ass pounded—again!
    How had that…? Wait, now I get it. Of course, Viktor must have had girls make similar offers many times over the years, and he’d gotten to be an expert at reading them, probably through observing body language, facial expressions, and their eyes. Damn it! Once again, I’ve underestimated my opponent. Okay, new plan: from now on, treat Viktor as if he’s as smart as I am. While he might not have the knowledge I’ve got, living in this Podunk town, it’s clear his intellect is a match for mine.
    By the time Jessica had reached the ground floor, the girls were streaming in the front door. She groaned and ground her teeth. Their chirpy optimism was enough to make her want to puke. Still, she had a part to play. So, she painted a smile on her face and greeted them warmly. She made a special point of apologizing to Iva, and she really laid it on thick. Iva, ever Miss Perfect-Perky, lapped up her fake sincerity like a thirsty man at a water fountain.
    Then started the tutoring. Given Jessica’s intellect and the ease of the subjects, she was able to help the girls with their homework in record time, which was a relief to her, as sitting was impossible. They were all so grateful, they helped Iva with Jessica’s Czech lesson. They were all amazed at how quickly she picked up their language. Jessica grinned; she wasn’t just a genius, she also had quite the flair for languages—she’d mastered French and Spanish in under a year, and at the same time.
    “Wow, Anya, you keep this up, and you’ll speak Czech better than me in no time,” Iva said with a smile.
    “Oh, I don’t think I’ll ever be that good,” she replied, trying to sound humble.
    Then it was time for fun, and they raced outside to play, Iva practically dragging Jessica by the hand the whole way. As they stepped out the front door, they were met by the looming figure of Misha; she had quite the questioning look to her.
    “Girls, where are you going?”
    “Ah, out to play, ma’am,” Iva said.
    “We’re done with our studies,” Bela, one of the other girls, said.
    “So soon?” Misha said.
    “True, true,” Bela said, nodding. “It was all due to Anya, she was a big help.”
    “Really?” Misha said, eying Jessica suspiciously.
    Jessica forced a smile on her face, and looked up at her. “Ahhh, yes, ma’am. Just trying to help the girls.”
    “Very good, Anya, keep up the good work. Go on, go have fun, girls!”
    The girls raced outside. Well, most of them; Jessica was essentially dragged out. She couldn’t help herself, she rolled her eyes to see the girls at play: hopscotch, swings, tag, and several other games.
    Sheesh, how can they enjoy such stupid activities?
    But, Jessica realized that they were very simple girls, and she had to at least appear to