“Open your hand, please,” she said, with just enough sternness in her tone to defeat the hesitation and make compliance compulsory. The third stroke was hard and jolted Chloe once more, forcing a sharp gasp from her lips. She could feel her legs shaking and knew that Becky would not be witnessing the intended view of Naughty Minx taking her lewd beating with wanton pleasure; she would only see a young girl, confused, nervous and properly chastised. How had Gina contrived to undermine her like this? She had never caned any of them on the hand before, it was always on the arse and maybe the tops of the legs, either clothed or bare. Strike four was aimed onto the plumper parts towards the side of the hand and below the thumb. Again it stung, but sent a tingle of current through her, right dow
