From Uniform Girls 2 At the last smack, Edwin watched the plump young cheeks quiver, tighten, and relax again. Where the honey-tinged furrow separated the half peaches of pinkly-glowing flesh, his forefinger rested and soothed gently for a moment while broken sobs came from the girl who hung across his lap. ‘That, Jennifer, was for not washing your surplice or, if you did, for not doing it thoroughly. As senior girl in the choir, I expect you to set an example. And no, you do not get up yet, do you?’ Edwin asked suavely, affording the blushing globe another though slightly less-stinging Smack! and bringing a ‘ Nee-ow! ’ followed by a sobbing hiss of ‘S…sorry, sir.’ Palms flat on the floor, her hair having long tumbled forward to cloud her face, Jennifer waited while the would-be soothing hand impressed the hot sparks of chastisement deeper into her silk-smooth flesh. At seventeen and a half, she had long learned that it was pa