Evie gasped, biting her tongue as she realsied she had inadvertantly put her foot in it.  She was now about to be spanked and that sent a wave through her.<br/><br/>"Oh I beg your pardon Sirs, I did not mean to speak of place" she apologised, but still feeling her sex swell and grow wet.  She looked at the pair, they looked so charming, like such gentlemen, yet she knew better..  She knew a lot better.  The grab on her bum made her gasp and she looked at Mr Cyril, "why Sir, my poor bum is to be abused enough without you mauling it." She just couldnt shut up it seemed.