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Janie is the lush young virgin … and much depends on just that. Five thousand big green dollars, to be exact … all she has to do is keep her maidenhead firmly in place until next Saturday night and when — WHAMO! — her rich old suitor would pay that price to Pa as a dowry … but only on that condition. Pa’s fortune rode and fell on that tiny flesh membrane. Of course, it was all Pa could do himself to keep from claiming the choice morsel … as he checked her out down there every time she passed by. Of course, the other route was open to him … and if Pa couldn’t take care of it, Little Brother certainly would, if he was finished with the cow, that is.
The firm round globes of Janie’s ass still smarted from the strapping her father had given her a few minutes ago, and every so often she would wince a little and shift her position in the rocker. She had been sewing on the new dress she meant to wear when she ran away, but she couldn’t concentrate. The strapping had made her horny—the way a strapping almost always did—and now she couldn’t keep her mind off her pussy.
It was odd, she reflected, that something that hurt so much should at the same time make her feel so good between her legs. But it did, and lately she’d even begun to sass Pa every now and then just so he’d strap her. She loved it. Not the kind of strappings he gave her when he was really mad, of course. Those almost killed her. But the gentler ones, like the one he’d given her today, were just down right wonderful.
Golly! Was she ever horny! Even her nipples were stiff!
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