"One, Sir." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He rained blows down on her and she counted, trying not to squirm. "Ten, Sir. Thank you for my spanking, Sir." Around...thirteen, she felt it start, the tension "down there". She frowned, now she'd have to concentrate on that rather than the pain. It made it harder to keep count too. "Twenty, Sir. Thank you for my spanking, Sir." After a few more, he stopped and she hoped he wouldn't... Ooooohhhhhh but he did. His fingers stroked slowly up her inner thigh and ever. And there was another problem: Leo was literally running out of maleclothes. With a new set being shredded beyond repair every single night,his closet was getting sparser, and the pile of pink and glitter in thecorner looming larger, than ever before. He didn't have money to buy newclothes: all his money was going straight towards paying his debts, asituation he didn't want to disrupt. The sooner he got out of Wild Girlzfor good, the better, and spending it would just prolong his. Beside him the indecisive figure of the disheveled Ella stood clad in her now rumpled white cotton nightgown.Arlene glared at the two of them and was about to speak her mind when Ron, rising up on his elbow beside her, drawled out, "Why not? What do you have in mind, Erick?" Get out... get out of my room, all of you!" Arlene cried, nonplused. "Enough is enough!"But Ron's fingers were already curling around her breasts, beginning to tease them the way he always did, bringing all the unwanted. .. at least once. She took a deep breath and held it. A second later she gasped, "Oh my God." The air rushed from her lungs as she felt the young man's tongue searching for her tiny rear hole. "Tim," she whispered almost pleadingly when she felt him trying to wiggle his tongue into her back passage.Tim pulled his mouth from between her cheeks and said, "Relax," repeating the words she had used earlier.She tried but it was very difficult. She felt more pressure on her tiny rear hold from his.