"Okay, soeur." Fleur rolled her eyes. She knew her sister loved to pretend that she was the dominate one in the relationship, but Fleur knew that the only reason that was usually true was because she allowed Gabrielle to take control.
Taking the offered hairbrush, Fleur moved to the edge of Gabrielle's bed and sat down. She turned the brush over in her hand, looking at it. It was a family heirloom. It had been her grandmothers, then her mothers, then hers for a while until she graduated, where she gave it to Gabrielle and one day, one of them would give it to their daughter.
Shaking herself from the memories of the brush, Fleur looked up to Gabrielle with a stern look. "You know zhe drill." They hadn't done this in a while, but Fleur knew that there was no way Gabrielle had forgotten her spankings before. "Lay across my lap, chere."