Chapter Twelve
“How can I make you feel good?” Andrea asked, running her hand through Marjorie's hair.
Marjorie held up the hairbrush she’d just used on Andrea’s hair. “Use this on me.”
Andrea took it and reached toward Marjorie's head.
“Not like that.” Marjorie laid herself across Andrea's bare legs, opening her rear seam, holding it apart to expose her bottom. “Here.”
Andrea brought her hands to those lovely cheeks. She stroked Marjorie's bottom softly with the brush.
“No, please. I've been bad.”
“How’ve you been bad? I don't want to hurt you.”
“Please. I need to be disciplined.”
Andrea turned the brush. She gave Marjorie's rump a tentative slap.
“Harder.”
Andrea spanked Marjorie a little more convincingly.
“Harder.”
Andrea saw the brush leave its shape in red on Marjorie's
