I begin to move within you faster, thumb applying more pressure. It's a dance that I'm learning. There are no instructions. The only map lies inside y...u and the tune is there waiting to be unearthed.The rhythms are all instinct here, your breath serving as the metronome that determines how fast and hard to go, when to ease back, when to catch you off guard with speed. The tempo rises, not quite a crescendo yet, but signalling that the only possible things to come are either escalation or a full. " She glared at Jennifer. "And I will not havethat." "Very well." Edmund agreed. "Jennifer, bring Lady Thackeray her hairbrush." Jennifer bowed her head and left the room returning a few moments laterwith a large oak hairbrush which she handed to her lady. Mrs. Thackeray wasted no time, hauling Jennifer over her lap, lifting her dress and landing the first swat of the brush in what seemed to be one smooth continual motion. Lady Thackeray was an expert spanker. Every servant in the house knew. ?Emily and I are coming in, Jack,? I thought to her as a warning.?Dropping our wards now.?Emily quickly covered her mouth to stifle a laugh as we came through thesupply building?s door. I repeated her response as soon as I saw Carrollin Jack?s version of this base.Lt. Carroll Sheldon was still in uniform...barely. Her blouse was tiedat her midriff and its buttons were unfastened to show an extra amountof cleavage and the top half of her bra cups. The regulation skirt shewore was several inches. Her cheeks were a nice shade of dark pink. I ran my hand over the punished area, feeling the heat. As with Meredith, I let my index finger trail down the crack between her cheeks, lightly brushing across her sphincter. She flinched, but moaned. I could see the dew beginning to form along her slit. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! At ten more, I stopped again. Again, I examined the effects of my work. Erica moaned and pushed back at my touch. Her arousal was even more evident, her more delicate inner lips.