Lavender’s giggles and chuckles subsided as the punishment became harsher. She felt a sense of shame and even guilt in an odd way because she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of or feel guilty for. Her cheeks burned a red that was nearly as bright her arse cheeks.
Wetness stained her thighs and she was sure that Fleur was quickly able to feel it in her lap. Though they had played at this it had never been…so hot! Lavender was moaning so loud and so often now that she sounded like a total slag and that only got her more excited.
Suddenly being a bad girl, or made to feel like it, was something she genuinely wanted.