Neither, It's Alice!

You look up and see Alice in her innocent blue and white dress. Her waist length blonde hair (complete with black barrette) frames her shocked face, her blue eyes wide.

“W, what’s going on?” she says. “What are you d, doing to Belle?”

“Nothing I didn’t want, Alice,” the brunette smiles, licking at the cum on her lips.

“Come on over and join us,” you say enticingly. “The more the merrier.”

Alice pads up to you and Belle and sits down on the floor, crossing her legs beneath her skirts.

“What are you doing?” she asks nervously, clutching her arms to her chest.

You bend over an look deep into her naïve little eyes and say, “Sex.”

Alice bolts to her feet, narrowly missing your head. As she turns towards the door, you grab her around the waist and fa ll back onto a large cushion. With the young blonde over your knees, you say, “It was a mistake to run. Now you shall be punished.”

You begin to smack at Alice’s bottom, but to no avail. She doesn’t react to your hand.

“Too much padding,” you say, pu shing up her skirt and petticoats, revealing her precocious pert posterior. You slam your hand into her firm flesh.

“Oww,” she howls loudly. Grinning, you continue to thrash her derriere until it is bright red, reducing Alice to quiet sobs.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” you ask. Alice nods.

“Good, now get up and take that silly little smock off. I want you down to your stockings,” you order. "If you don't, I'll cut them off of you and ruin your simple little dress."ÿ