Chapter Thirteen
Victoria was out of breath, having raced from the far fields toward the house with Peter at her heels. He caught her by her billowing auburn hair, and tossed her to the ground, where, with Vicki laughing uncontrollably he maneuvered her over his lap. Peter raised her skirt, lowered a pair of small pink panties, and began spanking her white ass until it was pink all over.
“Ouch! You miserable beast.” She beat at the ground while squirming like a frantic cat.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Peter roared as his hand kept up with the fast-paced staccato. “You sass me and run off, you ought to know better.”
“But I was only playing. Yeeeeouch!” she screamed as he hit her ass six times in the exact same place, then moved to the other cheek and repeated the blows. “And I wasn’t sassing!
