Again she pushed her hips forwards and felt the burn in her behind, she moaned. The belt loosened Mia began to slide the skirt down over her thighs, her eyes still fixed on her lover. “Given your performance so far I wonder if there is really any point in asking, but the next region you must tell me about is the mountains of High March.”
Mia’s head was still full of fuzzy warmth, but she thought she knew this answer. She spoke in a breathy voice. She felt the paddle rest against her once again and Liana spoke. Your penalty for failing will be ten strokes. Liana spoke. Gently lifting the cheeks of her behind, her long fingers pressing softly into the skin. Your penalty for failing will be ten strokes. The ninth swat, harder still, forced a louder cry from her and she let out a soft moan as she flopped onto the desk. She sank back onto the desk with a shiver and spoke. “The Grey’s rule North March.
