Like being poked in a medical examination. The fingers slid up to her anus and rested there. She braced herself. Then the hand was moved. She was so r...lieved that she almost jolted when the finger returned, this time a little dampened. Even though she knew what was coming next, there was no way she could stop herself flinching as the finger was pressed inside her. It was not done with much force, but it was enough it entered a couple of centimetres. She could not avoid recoiling and glasses. She tried to remember all the stories, she had thought of as myths, regarding the Amazon's ancestors, their sex with their war horses, and birth of Centaurs. How could a horse fit through her vagina to be born? Were they birthed like that or were Caesarian sections done on them. Would a Doctor, in these times, know how to do that and what would he think or say about the baby?Then she heard something in the underbrush. She turned her head and peered into the dark, but could see nothing. Had that. When Deputy Governess Stone saw Governess Carson nod her head, she ordered, “Okay, you naughty granny, get up and then bend over and grab the seat of this chair. I will be giving you six strokes of the cane.” Deputy Governess Stone felt six would be enough on this occasion because of the extra leg smacking she had given.The decision to use the cane was one that Dale had fully expected, given how Deputy Governess Stone was so clearly following in the footsteps of Governess Carson. She hated. Far be it from me to judge them, though. I don’t really have a moral leg to stand on, after all.It all started for me with an accident. I was out of town and looking for a great one-night-stand. I'd picked up a rather petite girl who seemed perfect. I'd later find out her name was Bethany, but we didn't exchange names at the time. She had black hair, somewhat more than shoulder length, and she'd gone out in matching black high-heeled boots and a black single-shouldered top, along with.