The hairbrush continued, its fine round surface smacking the poor girl’s finest asset with a vigor she’d not yet endured.
Ellen watched with pleasure as the beautiful flesh turned pink, then darker, and then darker still, until it seemed to glow with a vibrant fire.
“Ooo, ooo ouch, please, ouch,” the girl pleaded, her legs were kicking and her arms flailing about, despite Ellen’s firm grip about her waist.
“Stop it now, Sabrina. You’re only going to make things worse wiggling about.” She smacked the brush harshly against the girl’s upper thighs.
Sabrina howled, “Ahhhh…No!” She hated her thighs being spanked. It felt as if someone had lit a fire on her skin it burned so badly.
Ellen resumed the paddling to the fleshiest part of her bottom; the smacks to her thighs were only a reminder
