"Hmm," Dahlia muses, shifting her weight from foot to foot casually, still enough to quake the ground beneath her massive boots. "Ah reckon ma parents gave me care o' you fer a reason. They weren't too squeamish 'bout punishin' me ever' time I stepped outta the narrow path they wanted me ta follow."
The girl takes a single step forward, bringing the heel of one boot down with a resounding finality to your left, knocking you off your feet again.
"Yeah, when they handed ya to me ta look after, they must be wantin' me to step up, to demonstrate that ah un'erstand how to administer punishment fer bad behaviour. So, time fer me ta learn how ta reward yer bad behaviour, jus. like ma an' pa reward me. I'mma enjoy this."
Shit, shit, shit.
"So, there's five flavours o' pain I can administer. Hot, cold, blunt sharp an' loud. Which one d'ya think you deserve fer bein' so naughty?"
You have the horrible feeling that this giantess is asking that rhetorically...
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