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but still let herself be drawn back down into the classic position. Once again, her ripe young globes lay invitingly across Charles’s lap, plump and defenceless but now yet more beautiful, adorned as they were with an opulent glow. Enchanted, he stroked the radiant cushions. They felt fiery hot and even softer than before, twin tender targets perfectly prepared for the hairbrush’s burning kiss.
    Charles rubbed the broad wooden back of the brush across the girl’s rosy mounds, making her wriggle with apprehension. ‘You were fifteen minutes late, my sweet,’ he reminded her. ‘So you’re going to get four hairbrush spanks for every minute of tardiness – sixty spanks in all.’
    â€˜Oh
non
,’ wailed Claudine, wriggling in alarm and causing her lush, roseate curves to tremble exquisitely. ‘
Sixty
more spanks? It is too many, monsieur!’
    â€˜Any more argument from you, my girl,’ said Charles happily, ‘and I’ll double it.’ Raising the brush, he took careful aim, and . . .
    â€˜
Aïeee!
Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou!’ squealed the girl, her body jerking as much from surprise as from pain.
    Charles had changed tactics. Where his hand-spanking had been steady and measured, he now applied the hairbrush in a rapid fusillade of crisp hard smacks, making the girl’s bottom bounce and wobble so fast it seemed like a scarlet blur. Claudine’s dark mane of hair tossed wildly and her legs flailed as the merciless high-speed assault built up the heat in her bottom so fiercely she felt as if it must surely burst into flame.
    Though Charles had promised her sixty spanks, it was impossible to keep accurate count at such a rate. But, being a conscientious man, he was determined not to fob her off with short measure. The squirming young beauty must have received near on a hundred stinging swats before he finally stopped and contemplated the richly reddened globes with the sense of a job well done.
    Gently he caressed the scarlet mounds. ‘OK, my sweet, you’ve had your punishment, and you took it very well.’ Helping the girl to her feet he hugged her warmly, and for a few moments she sobbed on his shoulder while his fingertips strayed over her soundly spanked rear. When she lifted her head there were still tears in her eyes, but she gave him a sweet, tremulous smile.
    â€˜Oh, monsieur, thank you! It was a lovely spanking. I never imagined an Englishman could spank a girl so beautifully.’
    Stroking his hair, she pulled his mouth down to hers and their lips met in a long passionate kiss. Charles’s hand slid round and explored between her legs. Her cleft was creamy and swollen with lust, and she moaned deep in her throat at the touch of his fingers.
    In turn her hand stroked his groin, unzipping him and releasing his engorged prick. She caressed its hot hardness, then sank to her knees and took him in her mouth. Her agile tongue licked and flickered around the head of his penis, while her fingers teased his shaft and balls, tickling his scrotum and tugging deftly down on his foreskin. Within seconds a spectacular orgasm seized and shook him, and he spent copiously into her willing mouth.
    A true gentleman, Charles returned the favour as Claudine lay back on the bed with her legs well parted. Her pussy was sweet and fragrant, and he licked deep into her before tonguing and nibbling her clit. His hands squeezed her still fiery bottom-cheeks, one finger slipping between them to explore the puckered rosebud of her anus. She too was quick to climax, writhing on the bed with full-throated groans of joy. (Thank heavens for thick walls, thought Charles.) Then, after swiftly stripping off, they dived together beneath the covers.
    Some hours later Charles awoke. It was dark, but the curtains were open and enough light came from outside to reveal that he was alone in the bed. He switched on the bedside lamp. A note was propped against