Of course, the additional humiliation of being made to mop up the fluid evidence of her cuckolding was designed to draw the older woman ever more deeply into their triangle, to her combined discomfiture and excitement. She complied, and then watched as her husband rummaged in the satchel to produce the first weapon of ass destruction to be employed on his wicked niece’s perfect ass. It was a black leather paddle perhaps eight inches long all told, shaped like a hand mirror and with a business end the size of a large woman’s hand. This was soon applied to Alice’s poor quaking moons, which danced quite charmingly under its untender ministrations as her Uncle worked it around her bottom with the same meticulous carefulness he had always brought to this endeavor. She had already come at least
