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Miss Grant snatched up her crop again, and whipped open Meg's shirt completely. Buttons pinged away from their original position, sailed precariously through the air, until finally they spun to a halt, and rested on the wooden floor.
Beneath the shirt she was without bra, and the pale flesh of Meg's breasts pointed pert and wanting before Miss Grant. Her nipples pink and proud to the woman before her.
“Pet!” Miss Grant slapped Meg's breasts with her hand, her fingers leaving a red impression, and the force of it making Meg's flesh jiggled violently. The pink of her nipples deepened in their hue, immediately hardening to a fine point.
A tear stung Meg's eye, and she shook it away.