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Amber’s handbag, to pull out a long handled, wooden hairbrush, much like mine and something no spanking enthusiast should be without. Melody swore under her breath, her lips pursed hard in determination, struggling to remain cool as Amber held her with the brush lifted to strike, and then she broke.
    ‘Get on with it, you bitch!’
    ‘With pleasure,’ Amber replied and brought the hairbrush down across Melody’s cheeks.
    I’d never witnessed such a thorough, no-nonsense spanking, except maybe the first time I got it from Pippa, and then all I’d been able to see was a small square of carpet. Now I had the perfect view: Melody’s face full of shock and consternation as the hairbrush went up and down on her bottom, which was flaunted to the room, high and round and proud, only not so very proud after about fifty hard smacks had been applied and she gave in to the pain. I’d have been screaming with the first smack, and I was amazed how long she stood it, but when she gave in, it was as if all her pent up emotions had come out at once.
    One moment she was silent and absolutely still across Amber’s lap, her fingers and toes braced on the carpet, and the next she was squealing like a baby, begging for mercy and thumping her fists on the floor in an agony of frustration and pain, with her legs pumping wildly up and down and her bottom bucking high to the smacks so we all got a good view of the puckered black hole between her cheeks.
    The audience had been watching in quiet appreciation, with only the occasional murmured remark on how she looked and the way the spanking was being done, but they now began to clap and cheer, egging Amber on to do it harder and laughing over Melody’s plight. One old boy even had his cock out, with Harmony sitting on his lap, idly playing with it as she watched her sister beaten. We could all see that the spanking was getting to Melody in the right way too, because for all her protests, all her fury, her pussy was wet and open, glistening pink flesh showing between her full sex lips, which had been closed when she’d first been put over the knee. Finally Morris called out the two minutes. Amber gave Melody’s bottom one last hard swat and it was over.
    It was also Melody’s turn to choose the next girl and my tummy had gone tight with apprehension at the thought of what I was surely going to get. As she climbed off Amber’s knee she was shaking badly, and she took a moment to recover herself, but turned to me even as she adjusted her dress. ‘Right, you little brat, Jemima, you’re next, and in private!’
    ‘In private?’ I asked, surprised and suddenly more scared than needy. ‘But Mel ... ouch! Mel!’
    She got me by the ear, pinching hard between finger and thumb. ‘In private,’ she repeated. ‘But don’t worry, I’ll bring her back, eventually.’
    ‘Ow! Mel ... no. Morris, help!’ I babbled as I was dragged across the room and towards the door.
    Not one person moved to help me; most of them were laughing and the only protests raised because I wasn’t going to be done in front of them. I didn’t know why not either, except that it definitely wouldn’t be to spare my modesty, and I was begging to be taken back all the way to her room. It was the Honeymoon Suite, in the middle of the first floor with a huge four-poster bed occupying most of the main room and a bay window looking out over a sparkling blue sea dotted with the coloured triangles of dinghies out from a local club.
    I wasn’t given time to admire the view, but thrown over her knee with the door still wide open to the passage, my skirts flipped up and my froufrous dropped before I’d so much as caught my breath. She laid in, spanking hard, but only by hand and I was already warm. It hurt, but I couldn’t stop giggling, which only made her angry.
    ‘So it’s funny is it?’ she snapped. ‘Come in, Mr Morozov.’
    As she spoke I twisted violently around, to find the Russian who’d earned me my first