Gabrielle grinned as she looked at the floor. She had been a bit of a tattletale as a child. The threat was totally empty, but it was amusing to her. What would there mother say if she knew half of the things that her daughters did together?
A soft gasp escaped her as the brush came down on her tender cheeks. The heat and sting she felt was driving her wild. She could feel her wetness actually seeping from her. “I ‘ave, I ‘ave!” she whimpered.
“Non, non,” Gabrielle moaned as she continued to be paddled. “I would make you feel so good, souer. So…good…” She ground against Fleur’s leg, trying to press against Fleur’s own sex but it was difficult to press herself in a way that would accomplish her goal.