A Night Of Shared Desires And Forbidden Pleasures.

“Yes, Father,” answered Chrissy, and began again in a louder voice. Then he pushed her left leg off his lap and, reaching between her legs, stroked her there—delicately, sensuously—with his middle finger for about ten seconds.  
Then he withdrew his hand…and gave her another vicious slap on the behind.  
This was followed by another ten seconds of delicious pleasure…and another slap.  
More stroking and another slap. XXX But meanwhile Peter had picked up a wooden sawhorse that stood near the workbench and was placing one end of it between Chrissy’s legs.  What in the world… All of that, plus the fact that Chrissy was still wearing her little white hat—and her gloves—made her look more undressed, as Peter would have said, then Jane would have thought possible.  
She could only see his back, of course, but Jane would have bet anything that right now there was a noticeable bulge in the front of his cut-off jeans.  She looked down at the simple summer dress she was wearing and felt very plain…and wondered