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just to hold you steady.” Smiled
in power and anticipation as her squirming victim started to buff her clit against Kay’s hand. “Such a naughty bottom,” she continued, rubbing the emollient between the writhing
cheeks. “So wriggly. Especially when I massage this dividing crack.”
    “Mmm,” Lynette muttered. Her voice tone was something alien and hoarse, almost feral.
    “Did you say something?” Kay asked conversationally, feeling the girl move slicker, wilder, harder, “Say that you were ready to take the rest of that paddling on your
arse?”
    “Mm. Uh. Aah . . .” Lynette gasped out.
    Kay scooped more cream into the sensitive crease and stroked on, and on and on, loving the way the girl’s sore bum quivered, exulting in her little desperate moans.
    “Need to . . .” Lynette mumbled, moving harder.
    “Show control, my dear – you mustn’t come without permission,” Kay replied.
    Suddenly the clit beneath her fingers was pushed even more frantically forward and its owner cried out long and gutturally: “Aaaaaah!” There was a ten-second pause till the next rush
of rapture obviously took over her bared and shamed body, “Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah!”
    Screams over, she gave a series of little grunts, pushed her thighs tight together, then lay, prostrate, across the table. “Oh, dear,” Kay murmured. “I give you a motherly
respite from your much-needed rebuke and you repay me by indulging in an unnatural act.”
    “I . . . But your fingers were . . .” Lynette muttered into the table. Kay picked up the spoon and used it four times in quick succession on the girl’s anointed rear to bring
her flagging energy back. Lynette wailed and squirmed quickly away, leaving a sex-juice trail on the mahogany surface. Sheepishly she got up and took hold of her hem as if to pull her nightie
down.
    “No, leave it there so that I have access to your bum whilst you make amends.”
    “Make amends? I thought I’d . . .”
    “It’s hardly fair if only one of us orgasms,” Kay said.
    “I guess,” Lynette muttered, licking her full, red lips.
    “Good girl. Now get that pretty little tongue over here and put it to use.”
    Praying that the girl would bring her satisfaction, Kay undid her army surplus trousers and pulled them completely off. Still staring challengingly at Lynette, she did the same with her crotch
thong. Then she sat down in the chair and spread her legs into an expectant V.
    “I’ve never been with another woman before,” Lynette stammered.
    “Sweetheart, you just came against my fingers.”
    “But . . .”
    “You know that you want to, deep down,” Kay said.
    With a half sob, Lynette knelt before Kay and used her fingers to open up her labial lips.
    Kay smiled. “I like a fast light pressure. Put the tip of your tongue directly on my clit.” She groaned as wet tissue met wet tissue: she was almost there already. Doling out that
spanking and paddling on such a fair bum had been all the foreplay she needed. Just a few flickering licks . . .
    “Up a bit, sweetheart. Make sure you get it right, or I’ll have to teach you. Have you ever had a big studded belt lashing down on your poor bare bottom? No? It’s not too
late.” She tensed her thighs as the pleasure built. “You’d never be able to bear if without restraint, of course. I’d have to tie your arms and legs over the tallest
stool.”
    Her groin swelled at the image. “Have to prepare your bum first with a sound slippering, then gag you so that you couldn’t beg for help or start squealing.” The familiar signal
in her sex told her that she was almost there. “Or I could take you outside to the woodshed, bend you over a log, get out the whippy cane . . .”
    She heard her own half-strangled scream coming from somewhere above her head as the ecstasy flowed through her throbbing pubes in long, hot pulses. Moaning, she grabbed the blonde girl’s
head and held it there to make