Butter Wouldn't Melt by Penny Birch Page B

now at knee level, holding me firmly in place with my bottom stuck out and completely exposed. I was bare, and ready to be spanked, but she seemed to have other ideas.
    Her eyes were lingering on what I was showing, and her hand had settled on the turn of my bottom cheek. I’d thought she might touch me up as well as spank me, and I closed my eyes, unable to resist the pleasure of having my bottom stroked and fondled for all the shame of my position. Only when her fingers began to move close to my anus did I open my eyes again, to find that she’d squatted down and was looking at my twin holes from just inches away. My surprise must have shown in my face.
    â€˜Aren’t you used to having your bottom inspected?’ she asked.
    I shook my head.
    â€˜I always like to inspect a new girl before I spank her,’ she said, and her hand had moved to my sex.
    Another sob burst out as she inserted one long finger into pussy, just briefly, before extracting it and spreading my lips to open my hole for inspection.
    â€˜Not a virgin, then,’ she remarked. ‘Pity.’
    â€˜I am a virgin,’ I managed. ‘I just ride a lot.’
    â€˜Perhaps,’ she replied, doubtfully, ‘but I do like to see an intact hymen. Are you sure you haven’t let your knickers down for some nasty little boy?’
    â€˜I promise,’ I sobbed. ‘I’m a virgin, I really am.’
    She gave a little tut, then spoke again.
    â€˜Do you masturbate?’
    â€˜No,’ I lied.
    â€˜I think you do, Pippa,’ she responded, and she had begun to stroke between my sex lips.
    My thighs tightened and my mouth came wide as she touched my clitoris. I began to wriggle, but she tightened her grip on my knickers and once more pushed a finger in up my hole.
    â€˜Do you masturbate?’ she asked again, firmer now.
    â€˜Yes,’ I admitted.
    â€˜How often?’
    â€˜Not often. OK, quite often . . . nearly every day . . . sometimes twice, or more . . . I can’t help it. My head always seems to be full of dirty thoughts.’
    Her finger had been sliding in and out of me as she spoke, bringing my pleasure higher and breaking down what little resistance I had.
    â€˜Do you think about being spanked?’ she asked.
    â€˜Yes,’ I admitted, ‘all the time.’
    She pulled her finger free, but only to move it a little lower. I winced and gasped as she touched my bumhole, using a knuckle to rub in some of the cream which had begun to trickle down between my open cheeks. My ring began to twitch, and I was wondering if she was going to put a finger in when she spoke again.
    â€˜You play with your bottom hole, don’t you?’
    â€˜No! Yes . . . it’s nice, and so is what you’re doing.’
    â€˜Dirty little girl,’ she replied, still rubbing my cream into my anus, ‘but perhaps not all that dirty. Did you know that when a girl has been regularly sodomisedher anus comes open a little at the slightest touch? I don’t think you’ve been sodomised, have you?’
    I shook my head, now shaking with humiliation and excitement. She continued to play with me, teasing my anal ring until I was open enough for the top joint of her finger to fit in.
    â€˜Then I’d watch out for old Lucius,’ she said. ‘He likes to collect girls’ anal virginities. Unless of course you’d enjoy his cock up your darling little bottom?’
    â€˜No,’ I managed, a weak sob as she continued to explore my anus.
    â€˜I didn’t think so,’ she went on, ‘but I dare say you’ll get it in the end, and I dare say you’ll learn to like it. Now, as you like to play dirty, let’s see if I can’t find something to pop inside you while you’re spanked.’
    Her finger pulled from my anus and she reached to one side, where I’d left the stamp I’d been using to mark dates on