“Nanny McBride,” she said with a straight face. His old nanny. His eyes flew open. “Nanny McBride?” “I’m sure she’d be much better than I am at administering a good whipping. Yes, I can just see Nanny McBride in a red French corset with black lace – ” “Stop!” he roared. He shuddered. “That’s an image that’s going to stick in my mind forever. Horrible.”
