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clearly trying not to let the panties fall off.
    Still holding the magazine up in front of her in his left hand, Leo gave her another
     spank with his right. Her head jerked, and the panties once again fell to the floor.
     Leo gave her three spanks for that, and then returned the panties to their position.
    “Oh, please…” Rose said.
    “Please, what?” Leo said.
    “Please, Master?” she asked.
    Leo chuckled. This was going very well. “Please, Master, what?”
    “Please don’t spank me.”
    Leo spanked her. Rose cried out.
    “We’ll continue our discussion of your reading material in a moment, Rose,” Leo said.
     “But now I think we had better inspect the state of your pussy.”
    “Oh, Master, please, no… I…”
    “Do you want to confess something, Rose?” Leo asked.
    “I’m wet,” she whispered.
    Leo put his right hand on her bottom, and began to caress it, and Rose sighed and
     moaned. Leo worked his fingers down further and began to caress her along the pussy
     lips that would not have their cute blond hair for very much longer. Rose cried out
     in her forced pleasure.
    “What is this little essay about, Rose?” Leo asked again.
    “Oh, please, don’t make me, Master,” Rose said.
    “Do you want a spanking, or a wanking?” Leo asked, and gave her three hard spanks.
    Rose yelped at each one, and said, very quietly, “A wanking, Master.”
    “Then tell me about this lovely article, Rose,” Leo said. “What is it about?”
    “Anal,” Rose whispered.
    “Anal what?”
    “Anal sex.”
    “Oh, really?” Leo said, as if surprised. He turned the magazine back so that he could
     read it, and read out loud, “The first time my boyfriend had my sweet ass, I was so
     ashamed I thought I would die.” He turned back to Rose. “If I had to guess, Rose,
     I would say that you probably had that first sentence memorized. Let’s have a little
     game. If you can recite that sentence for me, I will give you a little reward. Understand?”
    “Yes, Master,” Rose said, her voice fearful of what Leo might mean by a reward.
    “Alright, go ahead, Rose,” Leo said, beginning to fondle her cunt again.
    “The first time, oh my God, the first time… my… oh, Master… my boyfriend had my… sweet
     ass…”
    “You’re not doing very well at getting to the end of the sentence, are you, Rose?”
     Leo asked as he pumped three fingers in and out of her pussy. “It seems like this
     could take a while.”
    “Oh my God,” Rose groaned, “the first time my boyfriend had my…”
    Suddenly Leo withdrew his hand. “Why do you think she was ashamed?” he asked. “I mean
     the narrator of the essay.”
    “Oh, please, Master… Don’t stop.”
    “This is part of the game, Rose,” he said. “To keep going, you’re going to have to
     answer my questions.”
    He patted her little pussy very lightly, and gave it the tiniest of wanks. “So,” he
     continued, “why do you think it made the narrator ashamed for her boyfriend to have
     her sweet ass?”
    Rose gave a whimper of frustration, and said, “Because it’s dirty!”
    “Really?” Leo asked. With his middle finger he worked between her lovely bottom cheeks,
     and brought the tip of his finger up against her cringing anus. Rose gave a little
     cry of astonishment and humiliation.
    “I suppose I can see why people think that fucking an ass is a dirty sort of thing,”
     Leo said, casually. “I mean, it’s all about what comes out of there, I suppose. At
     the same time though, when we’re talking about a backside as lovely as yours, Rose,
     you would think that after a girl has played with herself to a story like this one
     as many times as you must have, she would stop feeling quite as ashamed. But that’s
     the wonderful thing about shame, isn’t it, Rose? It never really goes away, does it?
     I mean, a girl who has Penthouse Forum and Schoolgirl Tales and a cute little vibrator in her dresser drawer—you wouldn’t think she would