Her eyes roamed, and settled upon the bundle of switches above the fireplace. She thought of Jareth taking them down, ordering her to lift her dress and bend over, then whipping her thighs mercilessly. Her heart leapt with alarm as she realized the thought was intensifying her arousal. She couldn’t cast the fantasy from her head: Master Jareth scolding her, calling her a very bad girl, and taking her over his knee to spank her, his hand making her bottom burn with every loud slap of his palm. Her arousal was so heightened, she knew she had no choice but to cum yet again. She shook, curling up
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