Later that night, Kelsey stomps down the stairs. She comes and sits next to you on the coach, and begins punching you in the arm. Her 9yr old arms don’t hurt at all, but you won’t take this from her. You grab her arm and throw her over your knee, plotting how to reach her a lesson. She squirms to get out of your grasp but her petite body is no match. You pull up her pink my little pony shirt to reveal her white sports bra and blue waistband and you feel her yellow skirt against you thigh. Bent over your knee, you take off her shirt and toss it in the fireplace.
“My favorite shirt,” squeals Kelsey.
“You won’t be needing that,” you say.
You grab the blue waistband of her panties and pull them up her back, causing her to yelp.
“Please stop”, Kelsey begs
However, you are just getting started. You were gonna teach her a lesson.
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