<strong>"Oh you'll remember it well enough you willfull brat."</strong>Maeve laughed, shifting her ample backside to push Ivy deeper into the soft mattress.<strong>"It's long overdue that you were taken down a peg or two missy. All your silly stories about magic and walking around with your nose in the air."</strong><br/><br/>Maeve delivered a hard open palm slap to one quivering buttock and gave a malicious laugh at the result.<br/><br/><strong>"You think you're really so special because of your looks? The clients in here would pay to swive anything female with a pulse."</strong>Maeve stated.<strong>"You're almost more trouble than you're worth, Nell opens her legs and never causes a fuss but you....You get a lord to lay you and the next day you're playing up."</strong><br/><br/>The tavernkeeper laid about Ivy's bottom with her hand, giving both cheeks and the backs of her thighs a thorough spanking. Ivy's bottom and the backs of her upper legs quickly grew bright red under the slaps.<br/><br/><strong>"Damn that's a pretty sight."</strong>Cyrus growled from the doorway.<strong>"I'm damn near busting out of my britches with the way it fires my blood."</strong><br/><br/>As it turned out there was no need for his britches to burst at all as the innkeeper brought out his cock and caressed his shaft as he watched Maeve thrash Ivy's behind. His fingers slid slowly up and down the tool, not quite the size of Derrick's, but certainly larger than Derrick considered to be average.<br/><br/><strong>"Not sure which I should do first."</strong>Cyrus mused as he played with himself unhurriedly.<strong>"Take the wench in her reddened bottom or have you suck me Maeve.</strong>