“You’d better do as she says,” Hope sighed. “Or one of us will end up sore.”
“I don’t fear soreness,” Nive said boldly. I am not afraid of…”
What she was not afraid of remained a secret, for Ayla, tiring of the discussion had taken a firm hold of Nive, and used that firm hold to toss Nive over the bed face down. Her long witchly palm met Nive’s rear in a solid slap which made Nive’s ample bottom jiggle in a very appealing fashion, her skirt riding up as she squirmed, exposing bare flesh with every kick and wriggle.