Butter Wouldn't Melt (2007)
“‘How should I know?’ I demanded, but I’d already started to blush.
‘I know you get it,’ she insisted.
I threw a pillow at her, but she dodged it easily and folded her arms across her chest, looking down at me with that stubborn look she always uses when she wants something. She wasn’t going to go away until I’d answered her, but I still didn’t want to admit it.
‘What makes you think so?’ I asked, hoping she was only guessing.
‘I saw AJ make you bend over her bike when you came home last night,’... she answered.
Now my cheeks were really burning, and I was wishing I had something a lot harder than a pillow to throw at her. The little witch had been peeping at me, but I knew I should really be angry with myself and not her. I’d been teasing AJ, and not surprisingly she’d punished me, but I could easily have refused, or at least put it off. Oh no, not me, I’d done as I was told, bending over the bike and sticking my bum out, in full view of the house.
She’d told me to get bare, and like an idiot I’d done it, turning my skirt up and wriggling down my knickers to show my bum to the night so that she could plant a dozen firm smacks across my meat.MoreLess
‘I know you get it,’ she insisted.
I threw a pillow at her, but she dodged it easily and folded her arms across her chest, looking down at me with that stubborn look she always uses when she wants something. She wasn’t going to go away until I’d answered her, but I still didn’t want to admit it.
‘What makes you think so?’ I asked, hoping she was only guessing.
‘I saw AJ make you bend over her bike when you came home last night,’... she answered.
Now my cheeks were really burning, and I was wishing I had something a lot harder than a pillow to throw at her. The little witch had been peeping at me, but I knew I should really be angry with myself and not her. I’d been teasing AJ, and not surprisingly she’d punished me, but I could easily have refused, or at least put it off. Oh no, not me, I’d done as I was told, bending over the bike and sticking my bum out, in full view of the house.
She’d told me to get bare, and like an idiot I’d done it, turning my skirt up and wriggling down my knickers to show my bum to the night so that she could plant a dozen firm smacks across my meat.MoreLess
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