Farmyard Fun and Frolics
According to the car clock, it was 12.09pm when Dominetta Grizelda Gutteridge drove very slowly along the main carriage drive at St Stricktlands School. It was a warm summer Saturday afternoon, quite clearly a D-Day, since she could see the various sections duly delineated. They were for The Boys In Blue, plus their peers In The Pink, hence a total of two dozen Ditch Details in all. Most certainly, the process put the bad boys properly in their place. During the day, they were required to completely clear their section of vegetation, which always included any amount of thistles and stinging nettles. Worse, or perhaps better depending upon one’s perspective, they worked next-to-naked, with only PT plimsolls and gloves for personal protection. Indeed, she could see the top halves of several seriously unhappy-looking pink figures down in the deep drainage ditch. Towering over them were their two Guards, dressed in the Reformatory regalia. It was a military style, tight white blouse with shoulder flashes to signify authority, a short black mini-skirt, black stockings with a severe seam at the rear, plus long black boots with high heels. Needless to say, they all carried an Officer’s crop, and a Tanningtown tawse beneath their belt. She’d immensely enjoyed all her own D-Days during Year LXXXVIII, most notably the one when she’d been rostered with dorm 6C. The Six Canees were all serious subbies, ones who craved cropping at all costs. As such, she’d really hit their hiney’s hard for their happiness….and beaten their bare balls.
As she continued to drive gingerly, she inspected some of the Car Cleaning Crew Bucket Brigades at work. They were The Babes in Blue, plus THEIR peers In The Pink. They all wore Shaming Shorts and Abrasion Bras, the former with cut-outs at the back, with both buttocks bared….and what was called a cunt-out at the front. The brassières offered a pin-cushion casing on the inside surface with which to torment the tits, and needless to say, the naughty nipples were nude. Wryly, she recalled her own efforts during Year LXXXVII, prior to the arrival of Ava Frasch as Head of PT at St Sticks. Then, the sinful sluts simply wore gym uniform….as opposed to Have A Thrash’s GIM, an acronym of Garments Inciting Misery. There were also PT plimsolls, in addition to the same smooth steel slave collars as adorned by the bare bad boys down in the ditch. As a disciplinary Domme, she’d always been grateful to have been a prefect when the new order was introduced. However, her sneaky submissive side wouldn’t be silenced… which was one reason she’d chosen today to visit her Alma Mater. She shivered slightly as she saw their two Guards, both wearing the Gestapo Guy gear to excellent effect. It was a white shirt with black tie, black tricot tunic with wide leather belt, matching black breeches, and black jack-boots. An Officer’s crop and military style peaked black cap completed the picture. The whole scene was the St Sticks’ take of the ancient movie Cool Hand Luke. It was where a prison chain gang been teased by a phenomenally fetching floozy. She’d been suggestively washing a car, whilst wearing an ultra tight top and the hottest of hot-pants. So here, the sinful sluts strutted shamelessly with the Wet Look, and the bad boys had to cope with a colossal prick-tease whilst they worked.
Suddenly, she slowed the car at the section labelled The Six Nasties, since she’d seen the so-called Smith Sisters on duty as their two Guards. No… since it seemed they really WERE Sisters… well, half ones, anyway. One car was being cleaned, with two Gestapo Guys…. but who were they Guarding? She pursed her lips in memory, and the identity became clear. The Connor Twins, both a bit butch, confirmed it to be dorm 6L. She parked behind B1 TTN, on the other side of the road. From its personalized vehicle registration plate, it was most likely the teacher Herbert Bitterne’s? She honked the horn, and waved through the windshield. Brenda Smith returned the gesture, and strutted across to the driver’s side. “Hello, Missus,” she said warmly, “all set for A-Levels?” She was returned a grimace. “The exams start on Monday, Domme,” she replied, “and I suppose, ‘as ready as I’m ever going to be,’ is the honest answer….” she could sympathize, since this hadn’t been the happiest period of her life either, with so much hanging on the results, “….did you want to invoke your punishment prerogative….Ma’am? I’ll be pleased to lend you my riding crop or Tanningtown tawse, should you not have a handy cane in your nice hire car.” Which was very reasonable of her, since it hadn’t been in her mind to do so. Then she recalled how it had happened to her the previous year. Dearest David had seen her swished soundly by Paula Nixhof, rot her naughty knickers. She’d had him report to her study later during the day, to wreak her revenge. But she was correct about the car, since it was from Rex Rentals, as stated in large grubby letters on its side. Actually it was neither the newest nattiest nor neatest, and perhaps it should really read Wrecks?
“I’m afraid I’ve been Driving Dubiously Dressed,” she admitted, “basically being bare below the belt, so I’m not exactly decent.” Her former senior fag smiled widely as she waved away the objection. “I’m sorry to say it’s one of my sordid sins….” she said, “….mine too,” muttered Miffy Smiffy, “….and also in the altogether.” So it was similarly starkers for the second Smith Sister. “It’ll give The Six Nasties a cheap thrill….” she continued, “….maybe a mite more expensive,” added Missus, “since they’ll end up cropped for their crime.” Fair, or unfair enough, she agreed as she stepped out of the car. “Ohh,” gasped the two Gestapo Guys as they inspected her basic black prefect’s uniform….the top half, anyway. “Welcome back….” said Maxwell Heddon, “….delighted, Domme,” added his favourite friend Adrian Lucas. She was well aware they leaned leftwards, having hailed from The Six Gays of dorm 6G. “Everyone can take a brief break,” said Brenda Smith, loudly, “and the Car Cleaning Crew too, if their Guards are in agreement?” There were two neat nods, “We’ll do another naughty nipple inspection afterwards,” said Max Headroom, “so The Six Lezzies will probably all pay for their pleasure.” She watched whilst they all downed tools….so to speak. Probably it was a misnomer insofar as the Ditch Detail were concerned, and rather the reverse?
“In case you’re not already aware of it,” said Myfanwy Smith, “there’s this rather nasty sting-in-the-tail number at The Styx. You may be thinking how in a few weeks you’ll be free from your fearsome fagmaster or frightful fagmistresses, but it isn’t so. There’s a facility known as Once-A-Fag, Always-A-Fag, and its meaning is the ministry of the bleedin’ obvious….” there was several gasps of shock, as the horrible truth sank home, and Brenda Smith took over, “….my former Ma’am will now dish a dose of discipline, with a Welcome Back Whacking upon my delightful derrière.” She shimmied up her short black skirt as she spoke, and sure enough the slut wasn’t wearing any naughty knicks. Still, as a pretty prefect this was perfectly permissible, and the seamed stocking terminated in a black suspender belt. “You can take the taps with the tawse, Missus,” she said as the younger girl handed it over, and bent down to be beaten. “One of the best bums in the business,” said Max Headroom, with obvious approval, “even I can appreciate such an adorable arse, even though I’m a gay guy.” It would be much more for the Ditch Detail, whose dicks had no chance at all of staying soft….CRACKK “….ONE, thank you MA’AM,” she gasped, clearly claiming….what would it be? “Is it tawsees’ privilege they enjoy at St Templars?” she enquired. “Apparently it’s punishees’, Ma’am,” she replied, “or so Davy tells me. You’ll understand I’ve never attended Tanningtown Templar myself, so the information’s second-hand.”
Either way, it still enabled her to stay silent apart from the cut count, some suitable salutation and an affirmation of appreciation….CRACKK “….oooh….TWO, thank you, MA’AM….” it was so often the same when a sinful slut spoke the second sound….so much like sex, “….oooh….this certainly takes me back….” probably, she was playing to the gallery? “….I suppose it’s like revisiting the rattan, before I’ve actually left school.” Which was about the size of it….CRACKK “….yeee….THREE, thank you, MA’AM,” she yelped. “Quite so,” she agreed, “since it’s a popular product. As I expect you know, my father’s was wont to do so. I fear my Mother’s vitriolic vanilla….one of those prissy people who pursue only perfectly plain poking. So he reports to The Headmaster’s study on every Arrival Afternoon in order to Explain himself. He’s caned comprehensively after confessing his crimes….” she smiled slightly, “….now I’m over eighteen, I’m highly happy to hit his hiney when I’m home during the holidays….” she shrugged, “….I hadn’t intended to stop short at the penultimate stroke, since it’s studied sadism….” an already aching arse, but with the mental misery of further flogging to follow, “….however old habits die hard. So I’ll apply the coup de grâce.” Colloquially called the Cut Of Grace….CRACKK “….FOUR, thank you so much, MA’AM. I know I needed it, since it keeps me humble.” Slowly she stood, which would normally be a caneable crime….of Rising Without Permission.
“I’ve a suggestion,” she said, “although it’s none of my business. But it occurs to me there’s mileage in reversing your Guards’ roles? I daresay the gay guys would enjoy dishing the discipline to the Ditch Detail. Also, the lovely Lezzies would prefer the pretty prefects?” There were four murmurs of agreement. “You could bring your S7’s after lunch, too?” she suggested, as Maxwell Heddon smiled broadly. “Now you’re talking, Domme,” he said, “we’ll enjoy using them on the bad boys’ bare balls.” The Standard St Stricktlands School Study Scrotum Snatchers. “Sis and I will give The Six Lezzies the once over,” said Missus, “I daresay The Six Nasties will as well, although it’ll mean more punishment for Ogling Obviously Over these innocent young Ladies.” She watched whilst the Car Cleaning Crew stood in line to attention with their hands behind their heads. As they were all inspected, she could see them smiling slightly at the dudes down in the ditch. “I’ll enjoy this too, Domme,” said Brenda Smith, “since as you know, I have light Lesbian leanings….” which HAD been a surprise, “….and a girlfriend who’s….well, Very Nice.” She smiled. “Verity Gneiss,” she confirmed, “dorm captain of The Six Bi Babes. I spent a session with dorm 6B when I was last here last time, and I agree she’s very nice indeed.” It had been an interesting introduction to the world of bisexuality, with dildo head-harnesses and suitable strap-ons.
“Any time the position’s vacant, Ma’am….” muttered one of The Connor Twins at the end of the line, “….feel free to contact us accordingly,” added the other, next to her. “No talking in the ranks,” said Myfanwy Smith, “so bend over, both of you.” They turned around, and adopted the angle. “I know they’re Alexandra and Rubina,” she murmured to Missus and Miffy Smiffy, “since I rather recall caning them in a corridor one day. They’ve each a small scar on their buttocks.” The Smith Sisters both nodded. “As you can see, Domme,” said Missus as she took up the tawse, “it’s Lexicon on the left, and Rubicon on the right.” CRACKK “….OWW….thank you, MA’AM,” CRACKK “….OWW….thank you, MA’AM,” they both gasped. “Now the same again for Soliciting….flattering though it may be.” CRACKK “….OWW….thank you, MA’AM,” CRACKK “….OWW….thank you, MA’AM,” they both repeated. “You may stand,” she said, “anyway, you’re all guilty as charged, so it’ll be your choice of punishment with the crop. Either take a tap to each tantalizing tit, in which case thrust them forward….or spread your legs, should you prefer Cunnie Punnie. I’ll do the first three in line, and Miffy the remainder. We’ll use the Rapid Responses….which are rather rare.” She watched as The Connor Twins arose, and obviously opted for the former….THWACKK “….AHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH,” gasped the first. “I don’t recall the others’ names, Missus,” she ventured, “especially the last one in line, which is a face I don’t recognise at all.” Her former fag nodded, “Next it’s their dorm captain, Josephine French….” she said, who spread her legs….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” she moaned, bending forward as her fancy was flogged, “….Not Tonight Josephine’s a Bi Babe, as is Gabrielle Bounden, who’s next.” Gay Abandon, and another candidate for cunt cropping….THWAPP “….UGHHH,” she moaned, fetchingly.
“Next is Miss Owen,” said Myfanwy Smith, “since Honour’s not into any form of familiarity….or so Shagger said, even during a session in his study….?” why, she wondered, would dearest David be entertaining a lovely Lezzie? “….On Her Own wanted to sample the sensation of sleeping with a stud….” wonders would never cease, “….although apparently she’s not about to repeat her small slide into bisexuality.” There was a slight smirk on the fetching face….THWACKK “….AHHH….” THWACKK “….AHHH,” she gasped, and now it was the mystery Miss….what wit? “Finally, Domme,” said Missus, “it’s Theresa Reece….spelled R-H-Y-S….” ohh, “….and you’re right, since this is only her second term at St Sticks….” which explained it, “….she was the first of what have now become Shagger’s Schoolday Sojourns….” so he’d been up to his old tricks again, “….she’s The Token Straight Slut….and one of Harry Herbert Orwell’s forthcoming ménage-a-quatre….” really? “….if everything goes according to plan with THEIR A-Levels next year, they’ll all be joining us at the University of Lancashire.” She saw the younger girl smile smugly, as she spread her legs. “Us?” she asked her. “Please, Ma’am,” she replied, “it’s my favourite friends Mitches and Ritches The Bitches, with me and H2O. But by then, the prefect David Shagton plus both these lovely Ladies should be in their second year.” It all certainly seemed to be organized. “Sis and my ménage with Shagger is a more conventional trois,” put in Miffy Smiffy, “if one can use the term in such a way.” THWAPP “….UGHHH,” she moaned as the crop connected with her crotch, and slowly she straightened. “Carry on with the car cleaning,” said Missus, “we want it waxed well….or it will mean more whacks.” Ha bloody ha.
“Now it’s the bad boys’ turn for some testicle taps,” said Maxwell Heddon, “so thanks for the suggestion of a swap, Domme. Kindly turn around and bend down with your legs spread wide, bad boys.” She watched whilst they did so. “I see they’re all wearing Naccatape, Max….” she said, noting the ¾ inch wide white torment tape, “….is this another new innovation?” He nodded. “Starting this summer,” he agreed, “it’s worn by all the bad boys during Ditch Days, and also for Naccarim. I understand the latter was following Shagger’s suggestion to Have A Thrash.” Ouch. “As it says on the carton,” she agreed, “scrotums become so scrumptiously squashable.” Very choice. “They’d have been The Narks of dorm 5N during my period as prefect,” she said, stroking herself softly where she shouldn’t, “and I’ve a handle on The Gods Themselves, having hit their hineys hard on occasion. However I can’t recall any others’ names.” Both Gestapo Guys nodded. “Take the tap,” said Adrian Lucas, “and identify yourself with your name and nick. Then take the plunge….” very witty, “….and continue your endeavours. We’ve a little while longer until Dowsing Duty….” when the Car Cleaning Crew’s buckets of water would be thrown at them, “….the same as the fetching floozies, there’s no need to count, or offer affirmation.” THWAPP “….UGHHH….Gould, Roald….uhhh….Rolled Gold, Sir….ohhh,” he added as he jumped into the ditch….THWAPP “….UGHHH….Fearing, Godfrey….uhhh….The Fear Of God, Sir.” THWAPP “….UGHHH….Roth, Godfrey….The Wrath Of God, Sir.” So she’d been right about them….THWAPP “….UGHHH….Doughty, Nigel….uhhh….Dirty, Sir.” It was pretty plain how he was definitely dirty, too….THWAPP “….UGHHH….Rance, Sidney….uhhh….Rancid, Sir.” THWAPP “….UGHHH….Poole, Cecil….uhhh….Cesspool, Sir.” So a good job well done.
“Did you want your car cleaned, Domme?” asked Missus as they both approached, “since it seems a sound suggestion? We’ve only Bitter Herb’s left to do, and we can’t have the Crew idling around after lunch.” So she’d had it right about the teacher. “I’m en route to The Home Farm….” she explained, “for Farmyard Fun and Frolics.” Her former fag nodded knowingly. “I expect Davy will be delighted to see you soon….” but not screw her….at least, not then, “….presumably you’ll be a Farmer?” She shook her head. “I shall give my subbie side an outing,” she admitted, “and be a salutary sow this afternoon. I know it’ll be horrendously humiliating, but it rather enjoyed it when David gave me my Mud Drubbing on a playing field during the time of my Mental Makeover. He showed me how he can be SUCH a Superior Sir, and it really put me in my place.” There were several sniggers from the Car Cleaning Crew. “He’s playing prime porker today, so you may meet him somewhere.” She certainly hoped so….unless the Milkmaid had got to him first, in which case he’d already have been spunked out by the electric milking machinery. “I could always bring the car around to the Home Farm afterwards, Domme?” Missus suggested, “being private property, and with your permission, there’s no insurance angle? Then you’d be able to drive to the main buildings instead of having to hoof it….so to speak. It’s a long way when one’s been bound, bridled, beaten, bullied, booted, bedraggled, branded or bonked….or any combination thereof. I can easily walk back here afterwards.”
She nodded. “Thank you so much, Missus,” she said, “it would be most appreciated, especially since my exact itinerary afterwards is slightly fluid at this stage. I’ve several possible plans, but I’m not sure how they’ll pan out in practice.” She’d suck it and see, so to speak. “You can use my study in case of need this evening,” her former fag continued, “since I’m playing away.” She wouldn’t bother to ask with whom. “Thank you so much, Missus,” she said contritely, “I’ll just pay my respects to the Ditch Detail.” She shut the door, and padded across to The Six Nasties. “Thank you, good Sirs,” she said, stroking herself suggestively where she shouldn’t, “I daresay they’ve all been bad boys again. Do you think they should take another tap to the testicles, Adrian?” suggested Maxwell Heddon. “Definitely, Max,” he replied, “they were all Staring At Slits….peeking at previous prefect’s pussy, and have all failed another erection inspection.” She padded away across the grass, feeling a frisson of freedom. Slowly, the cries of cropped crotches faded as she continued across the playing fields towards the woods. Did she really want to go through with this, she wondered for the twentieth time? Each step towards her fate worse than death was an effort of will, however her submissive side was still insistent….an oxymoron in itself.
It was perhaps a quarter of an hour later when she reached The Home Farm, and the pig paddy field. There must have been a dozen or so assorted prime porkers and salutary sows crawling around in the masses of mud, mess and misery. They were being ably assisted none too kindly by Miss Whiplash and three Whipmasters. The latter’s wherewithal was one of black leather, with a black peeked hat and black hobnail boots. Their black-buttoned leather tunics were wide open, although they wore a black tie with no shirt. But the pièce de résistance was surely the pair of long black leather trousers, which came complete with a cut-out for the crotch. A similar one at the rear revealed particularly pert posteriors, over which it was almost impossible not to ogle. The timely addition of big black Wellington boots enabled them all to stay nice and clean, although they were hardly fashion statements. Then her heart leaped as a highly handsome Whipmaster spotted her, and slowly sloshed towards her, each step slurping slightly. “Greetings… Domme,” said Rick The Prick, with obvious warmth, “this is truly a most pleasant surprise….” wonders would never cease, since before now, he’d never given her the time of day, “….are you here only for the afternoon, or hopefully you’ll be lingering a little longer?” She smiled as they stared shyly at each other across the fence. “It’s until tomorrow morning….Richard,” she replied, “but I decided to visit The Styx for Farmyard Fun and Frolics.” He nodded. “I assume as a Farmer?” he enquired, but she shook her head.
“I did so last year,” she replied, “before my Mental Makeover. However I’ve discovered I’m not as much a disciplinary…. well, Domme as I once thought. I was always adamant about leaning at least ’levendy….” eleven dozen to one, “….but now I know I nudge ninedy to thirdy.” SNAPP….he snapped his fingers. “I started the same,” he replied, “but now I’m nine dozen to three....” somehow, she suspected similar skulduggery from Shagger? ….” he took a deep breath, and she could sense an internal tussle inside him, “….on reflection, I honestly wish sodding Shagger hadn’t helped me transfer out of your Caning Class last year….” really? “….I’d have said so before, but I managed to miss your last visit. However….” his voice trailed off, and he recovered gamely, “….dammit, Domme, I can’t stop thinking about you….even if you always were a stuck-up so-and-so super-bitch.” He unhooked the gate, stepped outside, and held her hard. “So, Richard….” she said sternly, even though several thousand celestial harps were suddenly sounding, “….after all these years, are you finally able to accept the fact I’m your Superior? Show me you’re sincere, put yourself in the Position For Penance….” one well-worthy of worship, “….arms out, with an adorable arse in the air.” He dropped down instantly. “I beg your forgiveness, Ma’am,” he said, “it was simply the sin of pride which stopped me for so long.” Was this really happening? She’d fondly and frequently fingered herself whilst imagining hearing those impossible words. Then she’d done herself with Dick Dastardly….her punishment penis for a purring pussy. “Be very thankful I wasn’t one of The Six Sets ♀f High Heels,” she said wryly, “or I’d show you something else to do with my Marcos boots.” He shivered visibly. “Grizelda….more like Imelda,” he confirmed her additional epithet, “but those deviant damsels kidnapped me twice last year, Ma’am,” he confirmed, “which was exactly what happened. Although it wasn’t as bad as with The Six Lezzies. Even Doms don’t want to annoy anyone in dorm 6L, since they dish dorm dildos up the derrière.” As indeed she too had discovered the hard way during her period In The Pink.
“Perhaps you might please pussy?” she suggested, “as an earnest of intent?” She wondered whether he’d do so, or whether she was pushing her luck? “Most certainly, Ma’am,” he confirmed, “I don’t normally….apart from Mrs Sharp….” what? “….sodding Shagger’s Missus, but he lends her to me on Sundays. Unlimited oral appreciation was always a part of the deal.” So David’s largesse knew no bounds, even to the extent of offering out his better half….no, surely now only a third? “Uhhh….uhhh….uhhh,” she moaned as he gave her several long licks from fanny and fancy to forest. Clearly, he knew what he was doing….when he wanted to. “As a….uhhh….special treat,” she said, “you can….uhhh….hold my hiney….uhhh….you can stop when I cum….” which wouldn’t be long….ohh….ohh,” she added as he reached around, “….uhhh….uhhh….UHHH,” she moaned as he tickled her twat with his tongue, and then delved deep. With obvious expertise, he slowly sucked her clit into his mouth. “….UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….” she moaned, “don’t you DARE bite it, bastard boy….” surely he’d take the hint about her being a pussy pain slut? “AYEEEEE….EEEE….FUCK,” she shouted as he duly did so, “OMG….I’m cumming… yes….YESS.” He let her lips loose….SLAPP “….ahhh….” SLAPP “….ahhh,” he gasped, “How DARE you do such a shockingly sinful thing….?” for some strange reason, he seemed only slightly surprised at her outburst….almost as though he’d been expecting her to say so? “….I should very much appreciate a repeat.”
He looked at her oddly, and resumed his indecent activity. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned, already on the edge of orgasm, “YESS….YESS….YESS.” He sat back on his haunches. “I hope it helps to show my sincerity….Ma’am,” he said, “might I invite you out for a date….with a romantic dinner….?” crikey, he was keen, “….I’m not sure how we might manage it, however The Stern Maiden springs to mind.” She smiled slightly. “Nothing could be simpler,” she replied, “since I’ve a hire car today. It’s currently being cleaned, since it’s a D-Day, and Missus will drive it across later. Shall we say shortly after seven o’clock at the Staff car park….” he nodded, with obvious enthusiasm, “….I’d make it earlier, but I’ve a Detention to do….” now he WAS shocked, “….Nasty Girl dished it during my previous visit, after I’d been thrown into The Swimming Pool by….shall we say some disgruntled scholars. I’ll tell you all about it later, if you wish?” Slowly, he stood up. “Presumably you’ll be playing In The Pink?” he asked, “as indeed I assume you were last time. It’s not something I’ve ever done….nor you, during your time of tenure as a prefect. At least, so far as I’m aware?” She nodded. “Correct, Richard,” she agreed, “but having finally tried the experiment, I’ve found it to be phenomenal fun….in between beatings….” she started to strip off her remaining clothes, and stacked them neatly on the ground, “….I’d appreciate it if you could keep those safe for me, somewhere. I’d be grateful if they could end up inside my hire car….which is Rex Rentals.” He nodded. “I’d be delighted to do so,” he said, somehow speaking as if he were speaking by rote, “as a gesture of my undying love for you….” he grinned, as she stood starkers, hands on head, “….but you’ll be in need of some new uniform for your Detention….” she would? “….it’s Horrible Harry’s so-called Short Shirt….” presumably H2O had been up to his old tricks again? “….they’re now a requirement for all detainees during the day. I won’t bother to explain how they work now, since you’ll find out soon enough. But maybe you can borrow one from Missus….or otherwise ask The SS….?” fair enough, “….but now you’re nicely nude, it’s time you got going into the pig paddy field, since I’m just away to lunch. If you haven’t otherwise eaten, they should serve you something in the pigsties….” she’d had a brief break and elevenses at Harry’s Homemade Hamburgers, “….it’s probably as well you showed up now, rather than earlier….” why? “….there are still three Farmers working here. I daresay they may all have scores to settle….” oops, “….and it might have been many more….” so she’d been let off lightly? “….I forward to later, after your subbie side’s satisfied.” SMACKK “….ohh,” she gasped as he smacked her seat smartly.
To be continued……
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