Little Sisters' Discipline

Little Sisters' Discipline 17

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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The escape

The remotely placed boarding school was surrounded by beautiful forests. St Gertrude’s owned a considerable amount of land around the school, mostly forests but also lakes, cliffs and wetlands. The many hiking-trails that went through the landscapes was open for the public and was very popular to walk. Along one of those trails, the one where the students use to run during gym classes, about half a mile into the trail on an open place with a little shelter and a fireplace, was a young man tied to a tree. The twenty-three-year-old teacher Adam only had one piece of garment on his nearly naked body. It was a large t-shirt that he was wearing upside down like a pair of shorts. His legs were sticking out through the arms and was held up around his waist by a knot. Since he peed himself and the t-shirt got wet and a little heavy, the knot however was barely tight enough to keep it up, so for the first time in his life he was actually grateful for his slightly girlish hips which now was the main reason that the t-shirt still hadn’t fallen down to his ankles. His hands were tied in a rope attached to a branch above his head. Standing about five yards out from the tree trunk, on his toes he was able to offload some of the strain on his wrists and shoulders thanks to the log on the ground below him that the forest ranger that tied him up, so considerably placed there. It had been several hours since she left so when he heard footsteps further down the trail, he felt relieved, although he was almost naked. Soon he would be saved.

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Early that morning Adams colleague Brenda, saw Adam entering the woods with a backpack. She had a tough time sleeping that night, so she got up, put on her green robe, brewed herself a cup of tea and watch the first rays of the rising sun hitting the treetops. It was pure luck she spotted him. They were neighbors and the evening before when she heard Adam coming home around ten pm and looked out her peephole, she was baffled to see Miss Trunchbull accompanying him and even more baffled to see her follow him into his apartment and close the door behind them. That made her very curious. Brenda took a chair which she carefully placed below the ventilation damper on the wall that was connecting her apartment with his. From there she was able to hear mumbles, but they were hard to make anything out of. At least she heard one thing - Adam spoke in a very discontinuing way. Was he crying? Well, it was hard to tell but something wasn’t right. Although Adam and Brenda were classmates from high school, they weren’t close and had never been. Brenda was at first even disappointed when she found out that Adam also was starting as a teacher at St Gertrude’s. That little wimp was a no one. He had only been useful in one way over the years and that was by helping her out with her homework. He was a dork, that’s for sure! Brenda liked people with influence which Adam had none. Well, the month they both spent at this boarding school had compelled her to at least talk to him from time to time. There was nothing else to do out in these woodlands anyway. Brenda had no idea what had happened to Adam earlier that evening. That Marta Jones had stripped him and chased him around the school, that he was spanked on his bare butt by Miss Trunchbull and then flogged on his sensitive inner thighs with a metal ruler by Marta. Brenda had no idea but knowing that something was wrong she decided to make an early call to Miss Trunchbull. Something wasn’t right. To head into the woods that early in the morning with a backpack. Well, she better tell Miss Trunchbull.

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The Forest scared Adam. There could be bears, mountain lions or God knows what in those old woods. With a map and a compass, he aimed to reach a little place called Oakridge by the evening. There he would spend the night, possibly outside and then take a bus south. Maybe it was an overreaction to flee like this but the things he had been through these last days was traumatic. At this point his was stressed out, scared and as a matter a fact, he feared he might not be able to even stay sane. He was desperate.

It was first after about an hour of walking his heartrate was beginning to slow down but he still kept looking over his shoulder. Beside the wind in the trees, birds singing and his own footsteps on the soft path, it was silent. He was alone and safe. He would never again set his foot on that horrible school, and he never ever wanted to talk with Miss Trunchbull again! Finally, he started to calm down.

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No matter the day of the week, Miss Agatha Trunchbull always woke up early, but when the phone rang this morning, she was still asleep. No one ever called at this hour so something obviously had to be wrong! “Yes. - Oh! - Are you sure? - Hm. - Yes, that’s a problem alright. – Well, I might as well tell you Brenda. Adam was a bit upset yesterday. We had a disagreement, and I was forced to put him through some disciplinary measures. Clearly, he didn’t come to his senses. However, you did the right thing to call me. - Yes. - Yes. – Don’t you worry, I’ll find him in a flash. He’ll be back in no time, safe and sound. Thank you very much. I’ll keep you updated. Bye!”

Agatha went up and called Tinca, who assured he would be back, if not this evening, at the latest tomorrow night. Then she took a shower, brewed a cup of coffee and went back into the bathroom where she hanged the towel to dry on the rail and reached for the silk robe, but this time she didn’t put it on. Instead, she just held it in her hand and felt its exclusive fabric. The pattern and the colors were amazing. It was a gift from Tinca. She put it back in its hanger, took a sip of her coffee, turned around and watched herself in the mirror. She had gone up a few pounds since those days when she was the world’s greatest hammer thrower. Back then she was pure muscle. Those extra pounds didn’t actually bother her, however. She had a forgiving body type. Her belly looked soft and smooth. When she grabbed it, she was able to gather a handful of fat. Watching from the side her stomach protruded a little, but neither that didn’t bother her. She still had an athletic figure. Leaning closer to the mirror she studied her face and pinched the bags below her eyes and stroked the wrinkles between her nose and upper lip. That face could sure need some lifting but no. There was also beauty in wrinkles, she thought. She took a step back and looked at her body and a little smile escaped her lips. She couldn’t help but to admire the shape of her breasts. Those, on the other hand, had already gone through some cosmetic surgery and now, although their generous size, they were as firm as when she was young. She kept it a well-hidden secret, even to Tinca. There was however a very slim chance that she hadn’t noticed – they looked amazing! When Agatha was young, she did not like having large breasts. The hole thing about breasts felt so typically female. Being tall and strong was something that really fitted her personality and she relished when people looked intimidated in her presence. Those soft big breasts didn’t fit her image, she thought, but time passed, and she eventually learned to love those huge knockers. In her older days she felt that they on the contrary, perfected her image and made her look powerful. The drew attention, which she liked. She knew there were men just dreaming of large tits but more important – a lot of petite girls also found them intriguing. There seemed to always be girls for her. Men didn’t interest her one bit. To be honest, she always felt superior to men. They were nervous and unsecure around her. Probably they got frightened of a woman who obviously was both bigger, stronger and smarter.

When she got to know Tinca everything changed for Agatha. Before Tinca she just fooled around with small inferior girls and the morning after she didn’t want to see them again. Love had nothing to do with it. It was all about urges. She sure had fun with them, but with Tinca it was different. The two were equals. Tinca was a tall, strong built, ripped woman with brain and confidence. She fell in love. When Agatha’s career as a hammer thrower in the US national team was over, she went to Romania to coach their female team. It was there she met her. For the next years the two women grew fond of each other and became more than friends. Tinca was the best thrower they had and for the first time in Agatha’s life she found someone that matched her on so many ways. Their relationship wasn’t of course allowed at the time but eventually Tinca followed Agatha back to the States where they since then secretly been a pair. They always lived close to each other, but never together. When Miss Trunchbull became principal of St Gertrude’s, she hired Tinca to the position as the Forest Ranger which was a perfect fit for Tinca who had a father in Romania who was a big forest owner. At University she studied forest management and biology. Most days of the week she spent in the forests where she slept overnight in the shelters or in some of the small cottages.

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As Adam had walked for several hours, he felt he had to do his needs. He could’ve sat down at anywhere, for what he knew there wasn’t a soul around for miles, but still, he was a careful guy and felt that he had to hide behind a bush. He never did it outdoors before and when squatting, with his pants down to his ankles, he discovered that it wasn’t as easy as he first thought. His pants, it sure looked like they were very closed to his behind. To be sure, he took them completely off along with his shoes and socks and hanged them on the bush behind him. It still felt strange to be outside, naked from his waist and down. Anxious he looked around to make sure nobody was around and then he squatted down and began doing his business. When he finished, he looked around for something to wipe himself with. His droppings were in the looser spectra, so he really needed something to clean himself with. Leaves however didn’t seem be a good option with its evasive surface, and his fingers would surely slip through and get dirty if he would have used grass. He glanced at a tree branch, but no. The bark would feel awful against his sensitive rosebud. He stood up and carefully, with slightly spread legs, he walked forward to look for something else. About twenty yards away he spotted water between two large trees. That’s what they do in the poor parts of the world, he figured as he walked over there and stepped into the water. Squatting down he scooped water up on his bare behind and eventually he used his hand to finish. He felt disgusting but he didn’t have much of a choice. Then suddenly someone spoke to him!

“You take long time! A little you can hurry?” It was a female voice with something that he thought sounded like a Russian accent.

Terrified he looked up and saw her. By the bush where he hanged his pants stood a woman. She had her back turned against him but had clearly seen him.

“I come for you. I bring you to Agatha.”

Adam covered his groin as he walked towards the lady. He needed his pants. “Can you please just take a couple of steps away so I can get dressed?”

“Of course. Get dressed and you follow me to school.” She answered on broken English.

Adam was upset that she somehow had tracked him down but also a little relieved that she unlike the other women he encountered these last days, respected his personal boundaries. He was tired to be stripped and put on display. This woman was at least polite enough to turn her back against him while he was naked. Glancing at woman, while he dressed, he was baffled how much she reminded of Miss Trunchbull. Impressively tall and big boned. Miss Trunchbull was the biggest woman he ever saw and now this strange character. Could Miss Trunchbull have a sister?” But judging by the accent, this woman was clearly not American and as far as Adam could see, she didn’t have a single grey hair on her head so she must have been younger than Miss Trunchbull.

“Well, Miss Trunchbull sent you right?” he asked.

“Yes, Miss Trunchbull ask me to bring you.”

Well, then I have to disappoint you. I’m not going back. Sorry. Send Miss Trunchbull my regards, but I never want to see that woman again.”

“The woman” she answered and made a long pause. “THAT WOMAN is dear to me! Don’t speak bad about Agatha.” She said, clearly agitated.

When Adam buttoned his pants, she turned around and gave him a contemptible look. She was indeed a very big boned woman. That length and size was scary. Again, Adam was taken aback by how this woman reminded a lot of Miss Trunchbull. Her large bosom, strong legs and straight jaw - somehow they looked like they could have been sisters but on the other hand, this woman actually had a very beautiful face.

“How did you find me?” Adam asked.

“It’s not hard.”

“But how?”

“I’m forest ranger. I know the forest and I track animals. I put many camera on trees to keep track of wildlife. I have camera on trails and place that animals drink water.”

“So, you saw me on camera then?”

“You were on camera early this morning at west trail. They are connected to mobile network, activated by movement. Instantly they send film to email. I also have camera covering that water hole. Yesterday a lynx drank there, today you cleaned your ass in same spot.”

His heart dropped when he looked and detected the well camouflaged camera on the big pine tree beside the water.

“Please, can you delete that. You, you have to delete that picture!” He begged.

The woman picked up her phone and opened her email. “Come here and look. See this file? If I click on it, I will see you bending your bare ass over that puddle, but I’m not interested. I already saw it with my own eyes. Not interested to watch film with same thing.”

Adam stood beside her looking at her phone. Then right before his eyes the woman marked the email in which the file was attached, Adam, although he felt uneasy to know that she just looked at him in his most embarrassing moment, now felt relieved that she was about to delete the film. But she wasn’t actually going to delete the clip. The poor little teacher gasped when she instead forwarded the email to Trunchbull97@gmail.com.

“Why! Oh, you mean woman!”

“Tinca. My name is Tinca and you come with me now.”

He looked for his backpack, saw it a couple a yards away and ran for it. Just when he got the backpack, while running, he felt her hand touching his back trying to grab his sweater. But he was faster. She didn’t get a good hold and he slipped away, out of her reach.

As Adam ran with all his might, his backpack bounced against his back and branches whipped against his face. After sprinting for a minute or two through dense forest he run out of breath and began walking. That was a narrow escape! If she would have gotten hold of his sweater, he would’ve been toast! It was a long time since he exercised, and his stamina was quite bad. After a while, walking in a fast pace he began to calm down. It seemed he got away. Then he heard sounds of twigs snapping and leaves crunching behind him. She hadn’t given up.

With a beating heart he again started to run but he was tired and after a couple of minutes the terrain changed. The forest went sparser, and the running became heavy when the ground gradually went uphill. He glanced over his shoulder and suddenly saw the forest ranger behind him. Terrified of the tall woman, he increased his speed when suddenly his foot went down in a soft spot of moss, and he fell. Winded, he rose and resumed the running.

The coniferous forest around him towered above, with tall trees stretching towards the sky, allowing just a flicker of sunlight to filter through. The forest floor was layered with dry needles and twigs and the terrain got rougher and rougher. Climbing over large stones and fallen trees made him exhausted and all along he stressed out of hearing the tall woman pursuing him. His legs weren’t used to this!

After passing the top of what seemed like a large hill he had now been running downwards for a while when he turned around and gazed uphill. There she was. Although she wasn’t even running, she clearly had closed in on him. His heart sank when he observed her walking. Every stride looked lively and rhythmically while his own legs was on the verge of collapse! Short of breath he turned and fled through the tall grass before him, but the slope was turning straight and suddenly his shoes were muddy and full of water. Every step he made was now heavy. His shoes sank in the soft muddy ground and his speed slowed down. After a while the tall grass ceased and were replaced by a large body of shallow water reflecting the sky above. Sparse island of tall grasses was swaying gently in the breeze before him while behind him the sound of splashing steps came closer. He didn’t care to look back anymore. He just struggled straight ahead, fighting for his life! His heart was beating like a drum in his chest.

The water soon went up to his knees when the bottom suddenly disappeared below his feet and next, he was out in deep water, fighting to keep his head above the surface. His clothes and backpack were heavy and now he was just trying to swim back to the shallow water where he came from. Relieved to feel the sharp edge below the surface, he pulled himself back to the shallow bottom again and stood up. Now, soaking wet, gasping for air, Adam realized that he was cornered. Seconds later, the forest ranger grabbed him by his arm. She had stamina and strength, he did not. Her tight grip around his arm hurt when she was leading him back to dry ground.

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The students had been told that Adam was sick and replacement teachers had been called in. Agatha was sitting by her desk when the email from Tinca popped up on her computer. When Tinca this morning sent her the first clip of him walking at the west trail she knew that it was just a matter of time before Tinca would catch him. She was happy then, but this clip was really something else! Excited she texted Brenda, “Come over to my office when you can. Good news about Adam.” Two minute later, there was a knock on her door.

“The students is working on a thing right now and can manage without me for a while. What’s the news?” Brenda asked her.

“Well, Adam is now in good hands with Tinca, the forest ranger. I wanted to tell you personally since you are one of few people who knows about it. She tracked him down thanks to the wildlife cameras.” Miss Trunchbull happily stated.

“Oh, so you got him on tape?”

“Yes, isn’t it wonderful!” Agatha happily asked.”

“Wow, that’s really wonderful! Did you see the tape yourself?”

“I have it here on my computer. Do you want to see it?”

“Oh yes, can I?”

“Well, if you want to, but I have to warn you. He not properly dressed, so to speak.” Agatha said that last part with a little smirk on her lips.”

“Now you really made me curious!” Brenda answered with excitement.

Brenda walked around the desk to get a good view of the screen and Agatha clicked at the file in the mail. In a strange way Adam walked into the picture with his legs wide apart and not a single thread below his waist. His little genitals were clearly visible. He then squatted down in the shallow water and began to scope up water to his bare behind. Brenda chuckled when she saw the clip. She knew Adam was small and young-looking guy, but this was remarkable! “Doesn’t he look almost like a child down there?” she asked Agatha.

“Yes, one could wonder if he went through puberty at all. Well, this clip is something else!”

“Its amazing!” Brenda giggled. “That little dick is adorable! Is he completely bald?”

“It may look that way, but I happen to know from the medical checkup last week that he actually has a couple of pubes here and there. He’s blonde, so you don’t see them very well.”

“Were you with him on his checkup?” Brenda asked baffled.

“Let’s say that I was somehow involved, although he didn’t like it!” Agatha answered with a sly smile.

“You were? Oh, Miss Trunchbull, if you have some kind of trouble with Adam, I would love to help out. I could have assisted him on his checkup. I know him quite well you know. We went to university together.”

“That’s good to know. I might need some help with the little guy. Maybe we need to keep an eye on him. We can’t have him running of like that, can we?”

“Of course not. I can watch him! So, he won’t run of.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You will save this clip, won’t you?”

“Don’t you worry about that, Miss Walsh. It’s already on the cloud.” Agatha said with a smile.

Adam now stood up with his back against the camera and seemed to look back at something.

“See that gap between his thighs? Brenda asked. “If I hadn’t known, he could as well have been a girl from this angle. Give him a tight skirt and he would surely go for a girl!”

“Yes, you actually right. Hm. Get a dress and you can find out? If you gonna’ watch him, you might as well find out.”

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With a rope around his neck Tinca was leading Adam like a leached dog through the forest. She wasn’t going to let him run away again. To be completely safe she also had him remove all of his clothes which she stuffed down in his backpack. If he somehow would manage to lose the knot around his neck, where would he go without clothes? The pace in which she walked was slightly too fast for Adam, who literally was pulled behind her by the leach. The wet and heavy backpack felt uncomfortable against his back and his shoes, also wet, was chafing on his hamstrings.

“Come on little wimp!” she taunted.

“Please can we rest. Tired! Gasp! So tired!” he complained, gasping for air.

Tinca knew where they were heading and soon they arrived at a little shelter with a fireplace by a lake.

“We stay here. We won’t get back to St. Gertrude’s before nightfall anyway. Not with slow pace you walk. Adam stepped out of his shoes and dropped his heavy backpack on the ground. She looked at him and thought about what to do with the naked little man.

An hour later, the sun had gone down and a little pot with mushroom soup was cooking on the fire. Tinca was a skilled forest ranger and was used to spend nights outside. In her backpack she had all kinds of survival stuff like rope, knife, a pot, a sleeping bag and food. The mushroom soup was made from a little bag of powder which she just mixed with water and heated. On the ground beside her she had tied Adam in a very peculiar way. The rope felt uncomfortable against his skin, but he was certainly not going to run off. His body was bent in a way he wouldn’t be able to achieve on his own. Somehow, she managed to get his arms in between his legs and around the back of his thighs. She then pulled his hands to his back where she tied them together. His armpits were this way pushed against the back of his thighs and his genitals was quite close to his face with his dick pointing at his jaw. It was a vulnerable position where everything he ever wanted to hide was in full view and easily accessible. Even his rosebud was opening up to the world and showing its sensitive pink skin to the stars. This would have been impossible to a normal build person, but Adam was small and thin and Tinca was big and strong.

Not only Adam had a rough day, it had also been a long and hard day also for Tinca. After enjoying a hot meal of soup, she lifted Adam up and positioned him with his back leaning against the wall of the shelter next to the fire. There she fed him with a spoon. The daylight had now been replaced by a strong full moon against a clear sky.

Softly he asked the large woman to ease the ropes a little. He would really like to stretch his body. “I can’t feel my legs anymore.” He whined.

“We’ll see. You nice, I lose ropes little.” She then watched him for a while and seemed to pounder over something. Her eyes went from his face to his bare butt and seemed to linger a while at his bald little boy parts. “Miss Trunchbull say you teacher. But you student, huh?” Tinca leaned over Adam as she spoke and nodded at his small genitals. “You just little boy. Little boy.”

“I’m actually a teacher. I know I look young, but I am a teacher.”

“Huh! Incredible!” she busted out. “You look like boy but weak like little girl! Mic cocos” she said and chuckled, looked at him and leaned closer and whispered “mic cocos, little dick in romania” and patted gently on his ball sack.

She then rose and suddenly started to undress. “Tinca having bath”

From where Adam was placed, he saw her undress right before him and she didn’t seem to care. One cloth after another went off and soon, she was standing stark naked with the back turned against Adam, watching the lake. She had a muscular frame and although she was very broad, she still had an hourglass figure. With a straight and proud pose, she placed her hands on her waist with her legs slightly apart. Adam saw the outline of her large breasts from behind and thought somehow that she was beautiful. In some strange way, although his humiliating position it was something about her curvy body and the bold way she posed before him that made his dick tingle.

Without hesitation she went down in the water and disappeared under the surface. A minute later she appeared thirty yards away in the pitch-black water. “You come here!” she yelled to him. “Water wonderful!” As she arose from the deep, walking towards Adam her large breasts were swaying tantalizing.

“Now little cocos big, aha? You like big woman! You like! Haha!” She turned him around and tangled up the nods. After a few minutes he was free, but he wasn’t able to move his body as he wanted. His legs were totally numb, and his back was aching.

“Stretch!” she commanded him. “you’re free!” But he just wasn’t able.

“Tinca help you. Water will do it.” Carefully she pulled her arms under his knees and around his back and lifted him up. Her large breasts were literally covering his belly and groin as he carried him down to the lake. “Little cocos happy. Haha!”

The cool water felt absolutely wonderful to his aching body. With supporting hands, she held his head above the water like a mother with a baby. “Relax. Relax.” She kept saying. After a minute or two, his legs were coming back and he slowly began to move his limbs.

“Now you pee, then we sleep. Tomorrow, you go back to Trunchbull.”

Tinca had made a mattress of small fir branches all over the little wooden floor. Above the fir branches she had put a thin cloth of some kind of high-tech functional wind and water stopper fabric. The shelter was just big enough for two persons and her one sleeping bag was unzipped and unfold like a bedcover.

“We sleep close, or you die from cold” she said as she spooned him from behind. He still hadn’t gotten rid of his stiffy and when she pulled her large body against him from behind his dick was beginning to throb. The large soft breast against his back and her hand caressing his narrow chest was simply to much for the young man. But it wasn’t only him who got aroused by the closed body contact. Suddenly she whispered in his ear. “You weak and small like little girl” and her hand went down his stomach and swiftly touched his stiff penis. While kissing him on his cheek her hand went further down and caressed his inner thigh. Then pushed her fingers in between his buttocks and stroked his sphincter, then in between his thighs and squeezed his inner thighs.

Adam groaned and his penis throbbing. He felt vulnerable and exposed. The big strong woman did whatever she wanted to him and he was completely powerless in her hands. His thighs hurt and he whined when she squeezed them with her strong hands.

Then she sat up straddled him across his face. “Lick, lick, lick! Come on! Eat my pussy. Eat!” she ordered him. His tongue went into her warm vagina, and he licked with all his might. As he licked and sucked, she simultaneously moved her hips up and down his face. Sometimes he even had a hard time breathing. When he got it right, she pushed her pussy harder against his face and when he got it wrong she reached down and redirected his head by holding his ears like handles. She was rough, it hurt but he learned.

“Lick, lick, lick, little girl! Lick me!” She kept ordering him and as he continued, she groaned higher and higher until she finally pressed her pussy hard and buried his hole face inside her and screamed. “Aaaaahh! Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaah!

Exhausted she fell back beside him on her back and breathed. Adam was lucky he survived. The last minute she hardly didn’t let him breathe at all. But he was still horny and hard as a rock. Confused and unexperienced he began to stroke her large breasts and touch himself.

“You want Tinca to help?”

“Yes please” he whimpered.

She then suddenly sat up and lifted him up on her knee. With one hand below his buttock, she surprised him by pulling up a finger in his butthole. He gasped and whined at the same time. With her other hand the began to touch his hard little dick and play with his nuts. Her finger went in and out his butt and the tingling went all across his groin. “Aaah, aaaah, aaaah, ooooh, aaaah, ooooh, he whimpered as she harder and harder pushed her finger into his ass. “Little girl! Tinca fuck you like a little girl!” she whispered in his ear. With every push she lifted his body at least several inches up. He looked like a child on a merry go round as he went up and down. Then suddenly he climaxed “Aaaaaooooh! Ooooh! Aaaah! Ahhh! Aaaah!

“Go wash.” She ordered. Tomorrow Trunchbull spank little naughty runaway girl.”

To be continued.

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