What Kind of Word is That?

Short but sweet, from Blushes 26

‘Oooo?’ Mild sarcasm in his tone. ‘How d’you mean, ‘oooo’? What kind of word is that?’

Well, what could a girl say? ‘Oooo!’ was what you said when those first playful little smacks cupped up under your bottom on bare skin, sizing you up, feeling the bounce in your bum, the nervousness of the cheeks as they flinched in anticipation of what was to come.

‘Hmm?’ Several more lively little spanks, to ginger her up, to make her shivery-legged and short-breathed.

‘D-don’t know —’ she clasps her hands tightly together behind her back.

‘Don’t know? Should have thought about ‘oooo’ before, shouldn’t you? Wouldn’t be in the trouble you are in, eh?’

‘Yes —’ Chilled tits pressing against the table top. Shoes scraping on the gritty floor as she is made to widen her legs a fraction more, his hand hinting against the inside of the very top of a thigh, a cold draught from the broken window pane in the storeroom door.

‘I-I mean, no —’

‘Don’t know what you mean, do you miss. Eh?’

The first real spank smacks solidly across a chubby buttock.

‘Oooo!’ There she goes again…