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Chapter 18 by dr_wankenstein dr_wankenstein

What's next?

A Handful Of Peaches

He really shouldn't be doing this.

He shouldn't be helping to bully poor, sweet, dear Emily like this.

But, judging from the sounds drifting in from the kissing booth, he wasn't the only one doing it. There was just something about this girl, he thought, that made you want to push her around. He didn't know what. He wasn't like this normally. He respected women! If he'd never been lucky in relationships, that was just because he respected them too much. That's all it was.

But there he was. In a room, all alone with Emily's bare bottom. He could do anything he wanted to her. Completely consequence-free. And she'd just have to bend over and take it.

It would probably be weird if he didn't do anything. When you really thought about it.

He reached out, his heart pounding, and poked her bottom with a finger.

She quivered. He could see the small muscles in her legs moving as she tried to squirm away from his touch. He could only imagine how she must feel. A shock of awareness, coursing through her body as she realised somebody was standing behind her. Touching her ass. And everything that might imply for her immediate future.

She squirmed, and pressed her legs together very tightly, guarding against any further intrusion. Nathan was harder than he'd ever been in his life.

He reached out again, and took a handful of her ass. It was warm, firm, perfectly plump, gorgeous to look at and even lovelier to touch. He could feel how much she hated it. Hated the fact that her ass now belonged to a stranger, and there was nothing she could do about it.

He took his time groping her, fondling her luscious, full curves, feeling her wiggle and shiver and respond to his touch. Knowing she could feel every second of it, with excruciating sensitivity. He wanted every mote of her attention to be concentrated on her ass, her perfect, defenseless, **** posterior. He wanted her obsessed with the feeling of his fingers, the terrifying uncertainty about what was going to happen next.

Then, when he judged the moment was exactly right, he raised his hand. And spanked her.

What's next?

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