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her eyes. She was already working her fingers between the parted folds of flesh, and didn’t know what else to do. So she worked them wider and faster, knowing she was spreading her body for Miss Piggy to stare at, and shocked to find herself responding with pleasure at the knowing touch of her own fingers. She would have thought that fear and embarrassment would have prevented that from happening, but the warm wetness between her legs proved otherwise.
    â€˜Faster.’
    Susie knew there would be a stroke of the cane no matter how fast she followed that instruction. Zap! went the bamboo, leaving another throbbing stripe across her bottom, and faster went her fingers, slipping and sliding around in the warm wetness they knew so well.
    â€˜In,’ commanded Miss Piggy, and Zap! went the cane again. But Susie had already done as she was told; one dainty finger delving into the darkness and making her shiver with delight as it rotated inside her body.
    â€˜More!’ shouted Miss Piggy, and the cane slashed down as Susie eased a second finger in alongside the first.
    â€˜More!’ she yelled again, and Susie began to slide the two fingers in and out as the bamboo stung her again.
    â€˜More!’ insisted Miss Piggy as she again swept the cane down, and Susie began to push harder and faster, sending heavier and heavier waves of pleasure rolling through the softness she was pummelling.
    â€˜More! More! More!’ urged Miss Piggy, punctuating each command with another sharp slash of the cane across poor Susie’s buttocks, so close to where her fingers plunged in and out that pain and pleasure seemed to mingle together.
    Her hand was curled beneath her body as her fingers rippled in and out, spreading wetly as she pulled them clear of her heated tunnel and then drove them in again, the soft lips clutching each one. They pumped in and out, faster and faster in time with the bamboo as each slash seemed to drive Susie’s hips forward onto them as her pelvis developed a frantic rhythm of its own, rising towards a peak of sensation.
    Now Miss Piggy’s commands were heaving pants, her arm was weak and the cane almost stroking instead of slashing, and as Susie squealed aloud and her hips froze from the frantic pumping and began to circle luxuriously on her thrusting fingers, Miss Piggy shouted in triumph. ‘Yesss!’ she called out, body slumping in exhaustion, right hand and cane drooping towards the floor as her left hand, which had for some time been thrust down the front of her own substantial knickers, ceased its jerking movements.
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    Outside the window, crouched in the overhanging bushes in the secret den he’d first used almost a decade earlier, soon after Miss Piggy came to Mason’s High School, old Groudle the caretaker crouched in the shadows, one hand frantically busy inside his overalls as he gazed on the scene he’d enjoyed so many times before.
    The girl was slumped across the desk, her lovely bottom striped red, skirt bunched above her waist, knickers stretched between her thighs, two fingers buried in one of the cutest little pussies Groudle had ever seen, and he’d quite lost count after all these years, but he’d seen some proper little peaches. Miss Piggy had a man’s eye for the girls, and always seemed to fix on the ones that Groudle would have picked if he’d been choosing for himself. It had been quite a while since he last bothered to watch Miss Piggy during her after-school sessions. Ten years ago, in her early thirties, she’d been slim and shapely and reasonably attractive, especially while taking PE lessons in her crisp clean gym kit. And he used to find her just as arousing as the younger girls, one arm flailing the cane, feet astride, and one hand under her skirt and between her legs as she thrust fingers inside her own body in time to those she was watching.
    But these days she was more stout and ruddy, and Groudle just