Head down, I heard her snort. “Humble? You? Ruby, you are anything but humble. You are vexing and incapable of knowing when not to stir up trouble. What am I to do with you?” I peered up through glistening eyes. “Spank me and fuck me?” For an instant, I thought I’d gone too far. Mrs. Cleanknockers’ shoulders began to quiver and she cupped her mouth with both hands. Bright bubbling laughter slipped through her fingers like a meadow brook in springtime. She gracefully knelt down and, still chuckling, raised my lips to her mouth, kissing me with a fierce intensity.
Rather than read each individual drabble, you can go to this page which has links to all the complete previous chapters. For easier reading, once I have posted all 30 drabbles, I repost the entire chapter in 3,000 words.
I think I’ll try that line on Daddy next time he asks me what he should do with me….:-)
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I like your style, nora!
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Thank you, Ina! 🙂
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It should be a standard line in the sub repertoire of not-topping-from-the-bottom-because-that-would-be-naughty.
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Lol…very true😀
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Oooh! “What am I to do with you?”—sends quivers into all sorts of places! I can’t think of a more acceptable answer than Ruby’s. 😉
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Ruby is the go-to gal when it comes to snappy comebacks. 😉
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