large china pot labelled with the word Sootho.
‘It’s a patent preparation for the relief of nappy rash,’ she explained, ‘but there’s nothing better for a smacked bottom.’
Cold, slippery cream was applied to Stephanie’s cheeks, a large blob on top of each, which Vera then began to rub in. Stephanie closed her eyes, unable to resist the sensations of having her bottom gently caressed, although every excited contraction of her quim brought her new shame. Worse still, there was an awful and yet familiar intimacy about the maid’s touch, the gentle fingers not merely rubbing the nappy cream into Stephanie’s hurt skin but stroking and pausing occasionally to squeeze a handful of soft bottom flesh or simply cup a cheek. Only when Vera’s fingers burrowed between her cheeks to cream her bottom hole did she find the will to protest.
‘I wasn’t smacked there,’ she croaked.
Vera merely tightened her grip and began to tickle Stephanie’s anus, using one finger tip to tease the little bumps and creases around the hole. At first Stephanie tried to resist, squeezing her cheeks on Vera’s hand, but she got a little smack for her trouble and with that she gave in, pushing her bottom up for more. It felt too nice, too naughty, and she knew that her maid would stand no nonsense and would discipline her if she didn’t give in.
As Stephanie’s cheeks spread to her caresses, Vera gave a knowing chuckle. Her fondling grew more intimate still. Two fingers spread Stephanie’s bottom hole open for inspection, then moved lower, to her quim. Another, louder sob escaped Stephanie’s mouth as the lips of her quim were gently eased apart to show off her virgin hole. Vera gave a little tut, which might have been approval or amusement but proved to be disappointment.
‘What a shame,’ she said. ‘I had hoped to put something inside you, but it would be wrong of me to ruin you for the sake of a moment’s fun.’
Stephanie gave an earnest nod, then a gasp as Vera’s attention turned back to her anus, this time not to tickle but to probe, and a soft moan escaped her lips as the tight little hole opened to the maid’s finger.
‘Not there, not up my bottom,’ she managed, but she didn’t mean it.
Vera took no notice anyway, but slid her finger deep into Stephanie’s bottom hole and began to wiggle it about inside.
‘I’m going to enjoy you, Miss Stephanie,’ the maid announced as Stephanie began to wriggle helplessly on her intruding finger.
The words were a near echo of what Myrtle Finch-Farmiloe had said the first time she had coaxed Stephanie into an almost identical position, the only real difference being that Vera hadn’t been the one to do the spanking. Stephanie felt her bottom hole tighten on Vera’s finger at the memory and tried to get up, only to be eased back into position.
‘Oh, no, you don’t,’ the maid said. ‘I have something to show you before we’re finished.’
As she spoke she extracted her finger from Stephanie’s rectum and her hand moved back down, cupping the plump, sensitive quim, with one long finger between the lips. She began to rub and, as she did so, to spank, masturbating Stephanie with one hand and smacking her cheeks with the other. Stephanie hung her head, powerful sobs racking her body as she realised she was going to be brought off across the maid’s lap.
‘I don’t suppose you’ve done this before?’ Vera remarked. ‘Not a well-brought-up girl like you.’
Stephanie didn’t bother to contradict the maid. Her quim had already begun to squeeze and she was squirming her bottom in helpless abandoned ecstasy under the slaps, which now brought only pleasure. She stuck her bottom up higher, spreading herself to both the smacks and the fondling of her sex, now too far gone to be anything but eager. Vera laughed and began to rub harder, her finger bumping over the little hot point between Stephanie’s sex lips with practised skill as she spanked cheek and cheek
‘It’s a patent preparation for the relief of nappy rash,’ she explained, ‘but there’s nothing better for a smacked bottom.’
Cold, slippery cream was applied to Stephanie’s cheeks, a large blob on top of each, which Vera then began to rub in. Stephanie closed her eyes, unable to resist the sensations of having her bottom gently caressed, although every excited contraction of her quim brought her new shame. Worse still, there was an awful and yet familiar intimacy about the maid’s touch, the gentle fingers not merely rubbing the nappy cream into Stephanie’s hurt skin but stroking and pausing occasionally to squeeze a handful of soft bottom flesh or simply cup a cheek. Only when Vera’s fingers burrowed between her cheeks to cream her bottom hole did she find the will to protest.
‘I wasn’t smacked there,’ she croaked.
Vera merely tightened her grip and began to tickle Stephanie’s anus, using one finger tip to tease the little bumps and creases around the hole. At first Stephanie tried to resist, squeezing her cheeks on Vera’s hand, but she got a little smack for her trouble and with that she gave in, pushing her bottom up for more. It felt too nice, too naughty, and she knew that her maid would stand no nonsense and would discipline her if she didn’t give in.
As Stephanie’s cheeks spread to her caresses, Vera gave a knowing chuckle. Her fondling grew more intimate still. Two fingers spread Stephanie’s bottom hole open for inspection, then moved lower, to her quim. Another, louder sob escaped Stephanie’s mouth as the lips of her quim were gently eased apart to show off her virgin hole. Vera gave a little tut, which might have been approval or amusement but proved to be disappointment.
‘What a shame,’ she said. ‘I had hoped to put something inside you, but it would be wrong of me to ruin you for the sake of a moment’s fun.’
Stephanie gave an earnest nod, then a gasp as Vera’s attention turned back to her anus, this time not to tickle but to probe, and a soft moan escaped her lips as the tight little hole opened to the maid’s finger.
‘Not there, not up my bottom,’ she managed, but she didn’t mean it.
Vera took no notice anyway, but slid her finger deep into Stephanie’s bottom hole and began to wiggle it about inside.
‘I’m going to enjoy you, Miss Stephanie,’ the maid announced as Stephanie began to wriggle helplessly on her intruding finger.
The words were a near echo of what Myrtle Finch-Farmiloe had said the first time she had coaxed Stephanie into an almost identical position, the only real difference being that Vera hadn’t been the one to do the spanking. Stephanie felt her bottom hole tighten on Vera’s finger at the memory and tried to get up, only to be eased back into position.
‘Oh, no, you don’t,’ the maid said. ‘I have something to show you before we’re finished.’
As she spoke she extracted her finger from Stephanie’s rectum and her hand moved back down, cupping the plump, sensitive quim, with one long finger between the lips. She began to rub and, as she did so, to spank, masturbating Stephanie with one hand and smacking her cheeks with the other. Stephanie hung her head, powerful sobs racking her body as she realised she was going to be brought off across the maid’s lap.
‘I don’t suppose you’ve done this before?’ Vera remarked. ‘Not a well-brought-up girl like you.’
Stephanie didn’t bother to contradict the maid. Her quim had already begun to squeeze and she was squirming her bottom in helpless abandoned ecstasy under the slaps, which now brought only pleasure. She stuck her bottom up higher, spreading herself to both the smacks and the fondling of her sex, now too far gone to be anything but eager. Vera laughed and began to rub harder, her finger bumping over the little hot point between Stephanie’s sex lips with practised skill as she spanked cheek and cheek
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