Maid Service by Peter Birch Page A

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    â€œI’m going to be nice to you, Katie,” Vicky was saying as Peter freed his cock from his fly. “Because you’re being so good, but I still think you need a good spanking, and deep down I’m sure you’ll agree.”
    There was no response, save for the slight trembling of the flesh of Katie’s perfect little cheeks. Vicky stroked her bottom, not even attempting to hide the pleasure she took in the smaller girl’s body. Peter began to masturbate, his eyes glued to Katie’s splayed rear view, and at the same moment the spanking began. Vicky started gently, using just her fingertips to apply quick, sharp pats to Katie’s bottom, one cheek at a time. Unlike Emerald, Katie made no attempt at all to hold back, and was soon kicking her feet as the slaps grew firmer. Still, she did her very best to behave as Vicky had told her too, even cramming her panties back into her mouth when they accidentally fell out.
    Only when Vicky began to use her whole hand full across Katie’s cheeks did the spanking really begin to take effect, with the smaller girl’s legs kicking up and down or scissoring wide to display the puffy, pink wetness of her pussy. Vicky merely tightened her grip and spanked harder, easily holding Katie in place despite her ever more frantic struggles. Soon the spanked girl had completely abandoned her efforts to accept her fate. She shook her head and thumped her fists on the bare wooden floor of the pavilion, her thighs pumping desperately and spread wide open without the slightest thought for the vulgar exhibition she was making of herself. When her panties tumbled from her mouth again she left them where they’d fallen and began to howl, letting her feelings out with all the unreasoning fury of a baby in a tantrum. The spanking stopped immediately, and Katie slumped prostrate to the floor, disoriented and whimpering. Vicky’s mouth curved up into a small, cruel smile before she spoke.
    â€œThere we are. I think that’s you done, Katie. What a fuss, but then you never pretended to be anything other than what you are. So then …”
    She trailed off as Katie got to her feet, red faced and tearful, clutching her hot bottom in pain as she scampered back to her position against the wall. Peter had been on the very edge of orgasm when the spanking stopped and now closed his eyes, willing himself not to come at least until the next girl had been put across Vicky’s knee.
    â€œChristine next,” Vicky announced. “Come along, over my knee and get that little bare backside in the air.”
    Christine gave Vicky a look of pure contempt and a defiant toss of her hair as she turned from the wall. She went over Vicky’s lap without the slightest hesitation, pushing her bottom up as high as it would go in a gesture of impudent bravado that also served to flaunt her proud and puffy cunt and the tiny rosebud of her ass, as perfect, feminine and virginal as Tiffany herself or anything Peter could have imagined in his most fevered fantasies. With that, he came, unable to control himself as he jerked frantically at his erection with spurt after spurt of cum erupting out against the pavilion wall and down his hand. As he rode out his orgasm, Vicky had begun to spank Christine’s perfect bottom, each firm little cheek bouncing as it was slapped and the tight pink eyelet of her ass puckering to the same lewd rhythm.
    Peter imagined himself taking over the spanking, with the conceited little beauty held tight over his knee and spanked until she finally broke down and crawled to him to take his cock in her mouth and suck him, her smacked bottom thrust out behind and her blouse open to show off her pert tits. Or waiting until Vicky was done and then thrusting his cock deep into Christine’s warm virginity as she was held in place, spanked and deflowered and flooded with cum. Or forcing himself into the pretty pink star of her backside