Alyx put down her suitcase and stuck her key in the lock. It had been an interesting but tiring trip, and she was soooo glad to be home. There’s nothing like your own bed, she thought to herself. And that’s the first place I’m headed. She also couldn’t wait to show her brat the souvenir she brought back for her.
The door swung open to reveal not a serenely empty living room, but one filled with brats. For one frozen moment the returning top and the errant partiers stared at each other in shock. Alyx’s surprised expression was replaced by narrowed eyes as she took in the various states of disarray, including one miscreant who looked a bit green about the gills.
Alyx let the door swing shut with a soft click, which broke the silence in the room. “Would someone like to tell me,” she began in a deceptively polite voice, “exactly what’s going on here?” In reality the top had a pretty good idea, from the reek of liquor in the air, and the clear signs of a celebration gone awry. She didn’t catch any scent of pot, but her brat was wearing a suspiciously glassy-eyed expression.
The brats looked at each other guiltily, no one wanting to be the one to start. A couple of them eventually opened their mouths, but Alyx forestalled them with a raised palm. “One moment, please.” She strode into her bedroom and returned bearing a black leather paddle. She always liked to give a brat the opportunity to tell the truth, but sometimes a visual reminder was helpful. She pulled up a chair and sat down, laying the paddle down carefully on her thigh.
“All right,” she began again, as she slowly and deliberately rolled up her sleeves, “someone better tell me what went on in my absence. And DON’T leave anything out!”