Anna looked ambiguous.
"Mostly. He's added a week but he's not been too bad."
"Well a week and two days, cause he's just shouted at me."
The reality was dawning on him, she had all the power and until he could do anything about it or she got bored, he better be very careful. To his mind he was now on over 8 and three quarter weeks as her plaything and counting.
"Come here little boy."
He got up and walked over, like his mother had drilled into him. His hips swirling, feet in front of each other, his arms close to his sides, his wrists limp. She clapped in excitement.
"You did it! he's so dainty!"
His mother pressed her hands together.
"Isn't it wonderful?"
He stood in front of her, sheepish.
"Time to give your Miss a kiss-kiss little one."
He stood looking confused, and awkward. Did she really want it? what was going on?
He hesitated and then noticed her pursing her lips, and moved in. He planned for a short peck, and as soon as his lips met hers, she grabbed the back of his head and kept him there for around 10 seconds. She could taste his lipstick, this was going so well.
"There, Mama is very proud!"
He shot a glance at his mother.
"No, not her. Me. That's what you call me now. She's Mummy. I'm Mama. Don't you think that's the cutest?"
This was the final straw. The final dent in his ego. This was his little sister! And that's how she would remain!
"No! No way! Not this! Not this! This has gone too far! There is no way I will ever call you Mama. This is so unfair!"
Both Mother and daughter looked incredulous and sarcastic.
"I wont do it! I wont!"
His sister grabbed his hand. "Come with me." She took him downstairs. Within a minute he was over her legs and she was spanking with the ruler. It didn't take long for him to start blubbing. His mother showing no sympathy. He had only had to call his sister a pet name.
"Are you ready to comply little christopher?"
"Yes...Mama..." That was tough, but it stopped the onslaught, he knew it would. He was still blubbing.
She sat him next to her, and put his head on her shoulder, and shushed him. Then she took a remote and switched on Rapunzel, and they watched together, his spirit at least for tonight broken. He would get it back in the morning, but at least for now, rebellion was no longer on the cards.
The film was the only bit of entertainment he had all day, and his mother handed him the same doll he clutched before, so it was at least engaging, and relaxing, even if it was shameful and humiliating for him to be so defeated, as he was, submissively sitting next to his sister in his little Rapunzel trunks and not much else, finding comfort in a child's doll and a girls film.
He would never admit this but he enjoyed the film. Maybe it was the fact that it was relaxed, maybe the story of the Princess trapped in a tower all day doing chores and finally finding freedom. He admired Rapunzel's resolve and strength. It had been a long day but this was the best part.