"No," Gabrielle whined. In truth, she planned to get Fleur to up it to at least twenty. "You wouldn’t dare spank me zhat much," she added impudently. "I would tell mother if you were too mean to me…"
Gabrielle counted each spank, her voice seemingly rising each time. The ache between her thighs was almost unbearable now and Fleur seemed to be slowing down. "I 'ave learned my lesson, soeur. Please stop?"
"Eight!" Gabrielle practically shrieked. "Is zhere anything I can do to make it up to you?" she whimpered and begged. It was all part of her plan to get to Fleur. "I know zhat I can make you feel good. Please?" she whimpered. "Please?"