#192641 - Debbie still knelt on the floor but now she’d tilted her head back so that her face was pointing to the ceiling… and her mouth was wide open in readiness. “Now, how are we going to keep those sweet little pussy lips of her apart so that I can make sure every single hit with this crop finds its mark?” “How about some of the clothes pegs?” asked Lorraine. Although Sally was being gentle, each time the little hand-shaped paddle on the end of the crop struck the flesh of Debbie’s erect and sensitive nipples, the 16-year-old made a small groaning sound in the back of her throat, and although she strained against her restraints it was more in pleasure than in an effort to move away from the painful (but exquisite) contact.