The fingers deserted her. Then, suddenly, Mrs. O’Reilly’s hand came down in a sharp spank on Maggie’s right bottom-cheek, and then another on her left.
“Ow! Ma’am!” Maggie cried, but immediately Mrs. O’Reilly’s hand returned to the soothing caress, and now Maggie cried out with joy and pleasure.
“Do you see what I mean, child?” she asked very quietly.
“Yes, ma’am,” Maggie sobbed, though this sob was of pleasure that Maggie had never imagined her body could feel.
“There are men who like to spank girls, and to whip them.”
“Really, ma’am?” Maggie felt she could hardly hold her wits together, as she thought of Travis, while Mrs. O’Reilly’s fingers moved in and out and up and down, rhythmically and much more skillfully than Maggie thought she could even do to herself.Buy the book at Amazon by clicking here! And read all the Saturday Spankings!