"Hold still, Elaine," he murmured.
"Oh, Papa!"
"Come - your legs wider. By heavens, I should have threaded you long ere this and well you know it."
"My b...b...bottom burns, Papa!"
"And the more it shall, my pet, if you move your hands when I release them, for I shall put you to the birch again and cork your bottom first, as I mean to before the night is out. Still now, you little devil! Lift your bottom a trifle that I might cup it and so bring your nest to part its lips to my knob. A little more - there, so!"
For a moment Elaine appeared dazed. Her hands remained limp where he had left them, one above each shoulder. The protrusion of her n*****s from her white, swollen titties where her gown was opened was delicious in the extreme. Biting her lip, she raised her bottom a full two in
