Quiet Down, My Forbidden Stepbrother

“You just don’t listen, do you?” Greta said, calming herself, pushing
down the heat in her loins and denying it the release it craved. No, Greta was
going to use it where the girl would feel it most, on her cunt. Vxxx Betty gasped, her face flooding with colour as her excitement soared. “No, no, no!” Amy screamed, thrashing about in an attempt to evade
whatever punishment her mistress had dreamt of next. “It was very rude of you to interrupt Miss Marchant,” Greta told her
standing up so she could pull the child towards the whipping horse, the
stout frame ready to hold her tight for a cruel punishment, the type of
punishment Greta Foulds had always dreamt about administering.