I rose up, howling in and grabbing my rear in distress. My face was streaked with tears as I danced and sobbed. “Oh, please, Miss Craven!” I moaned. “No more, no more!” She smiled and approached me, kissing my cheek lovingly. “I think you’ve had enough, dear,” she whispered. “You learned your lesson, didn’t you?” “Oh yes, Miss, yes!” “Good.” She hugged me, my face deep with her soft bosom, the smell of rose petals and cleanliness overwhelming everything. I forgot about my nakedness. I forgot about the pain in my behind. I forgot where I was and who she was. I clung to her, weeping without restraint. She hugged me for a second longer, then pulled away.
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