I slid my hands along the insides of Josie’s thighs, then around her delightfully swelling hips and up to her downward-sloping waist. “I don’t think you’re going to enjoy being punished this time.” I moved my fingers under her and cupped her buttocks with both hands. “When I’m finished, you won’t be able to sit on these for a day or two.”
“We were only having some fun,” she whimpered. “We weren’t going to hurt you, sir—not real bad, anyway.” She turned her head around, trying to look at me from the corner of her eye, pleading with her glance. “Don’t you ever wonder what I’m feeling when you’re hurting or f*****g poor little defenseless me?”
“Should I?”
“Yes, you should, sir. Golly, you men don’t know what you are missing.”
“I know now. I didn’t care for it nearly as much as you do. And
