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winning – at least for now. Kay moved the spoon up a centimetre, and got ready to paddle her would-be lover. She was more familiar with using her hand or a
belt.
    “My friend at a rival camp enjoys making each failed slimmer’s bottom as striped as possible,” she told Lynette,.“She loves the distinction between the hot red cane marks
and the cool white surrounding flesh. Sometimes we swap naughty grown-up girls if we feel that they’re growing complacent, can benefit from a change of discipline.”
    She flicked the implement above the previous glowing stroke then immediately added a fourth parallel mark to the other buttock. Lynette gasped loudly but stayed in place, perhaps contemplating
what it would be like to be corrected by a complete stranger. “Now where shall I put marks five and six? Oh, I know, up here where it’s feeling neglected.” Kay stepped forward to
tauntingly stroke the expanse of spanked-but-not-yet-paddled flesh.
    “Oh, it really stings!” Lynette wailed. Her sex lips were wetly swollen, obviously begging for liberation. So was her bare backside.
    “Just a few more to go,” Kay said. Part of her wanted to chastise this pert bum for ever, but the girl was more likely to acquiesce to future thrashings – and subsequent sex
sessions – if her pain threshold wasn’t over-reached.
    She added lashes five and six where she’d indicated that she would and swiftly followed them up with seven and eight towards the top of the luckless girl’s posterior, taking care to
keep away from the delicate spine. Lynette cried out and ricocheted up. Holding her small crimson cheeks in both palms, face flushed and eyes downcast, she backed away.
    “You’ve done well,” Kay said. Lynette faltered, then looked over at her. Kay approached very slowly. “I’d almost finished, dear.”
    “I just couldn’t bear . . .”
    “I know. I know.” She looked over at the sink as if the idea had just occurred to her. “Look there’s that cold cream that the cleaning lady uses to soften her hands. I
could use some to cool your toasted backside.”
    Lynette’s hot face reddened further and Kay knew that she was bi-curious but still coming to terms with her sexual desires.
    She stared at the floor and mumbled, “I should probably do it myself.”
    “Are you refusing my generous offer?”
    The twenty-two-year-old swallowed hard. “It’s just that . . . I’ve never had another woman touch my bottom before.”
    “Yet you were happy enough for me to spank you?”
    “I . . . didn’t want to be sent away.”
    “Of course you didn’t,” Kay said. “It’s cold back in England compared to here. The food isn’t as varied. And if you don’t get a good reference from me,
you’ll find it harder to set up a British camp on your own.”
    The girl nodded, made brief eye contact then returned her shamed gaze to the floor.
    “Which is why you want to stay here, want to please your Camp Leader. Are very grateful when she offers to soothe your punished bum.” She patted the kitchen table. “Put your
tummy over there, my love.” Lynette looked at the table top then moved slowly towards it as if half-expecting to be rescued. Was just settling her belly obediently in place when Kay
re-crossed the room with the cream.
    For the umpteenth time, Kay lifted Lynette’s nightdress out of the way and admired her handiwork.
    “It’s an awfully hot rump,” she murmured, caressing the trembling, smooth globes. Lynette twitched in mute but vociferous agreement. “So you’ll be very grateful to
Auntie Kay for massaging in some coolness,” the older woman continued, taking a golfball-sized globule of cream and starting to massage it in to the glowing flesh. She used slow but firm
strokes – erotic strokes. Felt her own groin expand as the girl breathed fast and hard.
    Kay kept using her right hand to knead the ointment into the girl’s bum, slid her left digits between the girl’s parted thighs: “This is