Miss Evelyn (Aunt Evie)
Esther Harshom

In this second entry into the Aunt Evie series, Richard learns that Miss Evelyn's taste for games can sometimes have painful -- and restrictive -- consequences...
EXTRACT:
‘I want you to go and kneel in the corner for a little while, Richard,’ she said at last, gently stroking my hair. It was an oddly affectionate gesture, given everything that had come before, and I found myself moving my head towards her waiting hand, practically nuzzling her. If I had been asked, I couldn’t have said why. It just felt right, somehow.
‘How come?’ I asked, without thinking. It wasn’t until I felt the firm grip of her hand in my hair, pulling my head backwards and reminding me how helpless I was in front of her, that I realised what a mistake I had made.
‘This is your warning,’ she said, her voice stern. ‘If I tell you I want something, you do it right then and there. You don’t ask questions. You just do as you’re told. Do you understand?’
‘Yes,’ I mumbled, still gasping for breath.
Another quick jerk pulled my head even further back. ‘Yes, what?’ she asked.
‘Yes, Miss Evelyn!’
A cold smile crossed her lips. ‘Good boy. You see? You can learn. And as soon as we beat that rebellious streak out of you, I get the feeling we’re get along just fine.’ Finally, she let her steely fingers slip out of my hair, and reached her hand down to my bare chest.