“Keep that out of the way now, cat. We’d hate to have it catch a stray swat.” She instructs, already moving on to tap the back of the brush agai...st Tasha’s pale cheeks.“Yes, Miss Belfrey,” Tasha responds, far more restrained than she usually is before the spanking begins. Yet more proof, in Amelie’s mind, that the necromancer’s suggestion of a maintenance spanking is long overdue, and something to be capitalised on in the future.With the catgirl in the oh-so-familiar position of being bent over. I'm glad you liked touching me. You don't have to hide it, you know."I swallowed hard, a million thoughts racing through my mind, and smiled weakly back.Sunddenly, she lifted herself up and sat up, moving her hand to mine, andpulling it away from the hard lump in my shorts. I resisted briefly, but let my hand fall to my side and stood there, breathing deeply as she looked up at me with those blue eyes. She grinned at me, then oh so slowly placed a fingertip at the base of the bulge, slowly. It was all Danielle's fault." "It was not! You had a hand in it Darian," responded Danielledefensively."Now let's not start pointing fingers. Both of you should have knownbetter. You two aren't children anymore. You both were a part of thefight at school. And it was with each other. Telling your sister thatgirls are bad because they aren't as strong as boys isn't giving creditfor what girls can do Darian. Danielle you should know better than topunch your own brother in the nose because. As sincere as a preacher and as cute as a teen model.I finished up with the curlers and as he stood in front of the mirrorpatting his head full of the cylinders of torture we subjext ourselvesto....just to look beautiful...he looked like a young housewife getting readyfor a special occasion with her hubby. I think it was the crimson polish,but there was something else...I just couldn't put my finger on it.I settled him under a dryer and gave him a Marie Claire to look throughwhile he waited. I.