Phil ended the unexpected call with Tracy, both surprised and excited. Surprised because she’d taken the initiative to call him to set up some weekend fun and excited because that fun entailed her spanking him at the park.

It was only a couple of days ago that he’d had Tracy across his knee, giving her the spanking she’d craved for so long, and he’d expected her to want more. He knew he would be in the same situation. His excitement was further enhanced with the conclusion, or perhaps just the hope that she was a full-fledged switch.

He was frequently lost in the thoughts of his good fortune, having found two women who shared his penchant for punishment. Since the failed attempt at being the spanker with his wife all those years ago, he hadn’t thought much about it, but now it seemed he had two switches on his hands. He chuckled to himself at the thought of ‘on his hands’ as having another meaning, and he pictured the two very different bottoms he hoped to be spanking regularly. Images of Tracy’s voluptuous, fleshy bottom and Maddy’s tight little butt bent across his knees, soaking up a good spanking flashed through his mind.

He recalled a tantalizing conversation with Maddy from the evening before by her pool. Sharing their likes and dislikes, Maddy told him her goto scenario was being ‘daddy’s’ naughty little girl, and her cute cheeks in little girl undies fit the bill perfectly.

“Tell me more,” he’d queried.

“I want to be scolded for my behavior and taken to the dining or living room, where you’d sit in a chair, take me right over your knee, and begin spanking me over my clothes. I think I’d like having layers of clothing removed in stages but getting to my bare bottom fairly quickly.”

“What about implements? You seemed intrigued by my drawer full of toys.”

“I don’t know. I like feeling your hand on my butt. Seeing Tracy spanked with the hairbrush was scary! Maybe later, but right now, I’d just like a nice, long spanking with your hand!”

“Right now?” he asked hopefully.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. My butt’s still a little pink from yesterday. How about you? What’s your favorite scenario?”

“I don’t know that I have a favorite. Sandra saw to it that there was plenty of variety in our situations, so I enjoy just about anything, as long as it ends up painful.”

“Like at the park?”

“Not quite. That was way beyond my usual limits, but I couldn’t turn either of you down, even though what I gave myself was already past my limit. I always liked it at the park, though. The outdoor setting and the risk of discovery added another flavor to it all.”

“Mmm, all this talk of spanking is getting me wet! Why don’t we both get wet with a naked dip in the pool?” she asked, standing and stripping off.

Phil was right behind her when she jumped in the pool at the deep end. Phil dove in after her, going deep and coming up between her legs, where he blew bubbles into her crotch and grabbed her around the waist before breaking the surface of the water, still holding her.

“You’d better be careful, young man!” she cautioned when face to face in the water. “Behavior like that could get you a sore bottom!”

“Promise?” he replied, and she laughed.

“Or it could get you something else,” she said, biting her lip.

He didn’t respond, figuring she’d explain her threat, but she took his hand and led him to the steps leading into the pool. Turning to sit on the second step, her bottom was in the water, but her pussy wasn’t, and she spread her legs wide and held out her arms. Phil moved closer, only to have her grab his head and pull him into her hungry snatch.

She didn’t need to hold him in place as he loved eating her pussy, so she supported herself on her elbows and pushed it into his face. He found any natural lubrication washed away by the water, so he was careful when slipping his two middle fingers inside.

“Oh God!” she cried when he curled his fingers up to rub that special place inside. Her breathing became erratic, and her body stiffened when his tongue teased her clit from under its hood. Circling it with the tip of his tongue, he knew she would cum soon, so he wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted her just out of the water. Enveloping her swollen lips with his mouth, his tongue continued its assault on her clit, and less than a minute later, she was cumming; her body trembling in the cool water.

Sitting on a lower step, he pulled her onto his lap, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her passionately. She calmed quickly with the help of his warm embrace, his whole body seeming to wrap hers as though in a warm blanket.

She reached down between his legs, hoping to find him aroused, but wasn’t surprised when he wasn’t, looking at him with a knowing smile.

“The cool water isn’t as conducive to a male’s sexual performance,” he explained but made it clear that just holding her was enough right now.

“You know, with the summer coming, I was thinking of getting a pool boy,” she said, getting raised eyebrows and a questioning look from Phil. “Yeah, it’s a lot of work for me, but I don’t know where to find someone up to the task. He’d have to be awfully good or, you know, suffer the consequences! You know how demanding I can be!” she said with a cute smile. “Of course, there could be certain rewards for doing a good job like … Ooo! Yeah, like that!” she said, feeling his finger probe her pussy beneath the water.

“Oh yeah!” she cried when he cupped her pussy in the palm of his hand. “Mmm, I think I’d like to go inside now! Would you like to go inside me … I mean, with me?” she said with a disarming smile.

He didn’t need a second invitation, and minutes later, they were in her bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, getting ready for him to ‘go inside.’ They spent the remainder of the evening pleasing and teasing each other without any further discussion of spanking.

When they returned to the pool to retrieve their clothes, they kissed gently and lovingly before he turned to leave, commenting on putting a gate in the fence between their homes.

Maddy checked the clock once he’d left, wondering if it was too late to call Tracy. She decided to take a chance and was rewarded with a quick answer. She told Tracy about his comments concerning the park, and the two started formulating another devious plan to get what they both wanted from their favorite sex toy, Phil.

Of course, he had no idea that Tracy’s call about the weekend resulted from their scheming, as he only looked forward to another good spanking in his favorite place. Being alone with Tracy for a change was an added benefit.

Saturday arrived and he woke with the excited anticipation of fun in the park with Tracy. She arrived at his house and let herself in, calling out to alert him to her presence.

“In the bedroom, Tracy!” he called back, and she stood in the doorway moments later. “I’ll be ready in a minute,” he explained as he loaded his backpack, the last item a bottle of lube in one of the smaller pockets.

“Don’t put that away just yet,” she said with a curious smile. “Come with me,” she said, offering her hand and leading him to the ensuite bathroom. “Pull your shorts down and bend over,” she instructed, her hand fishing around in her pocket for something. “Ever seen one of these?” she asked, holding a chromed metal buttplug in front of his face.

“I know what it is,” he replied ruefully.

She rinsed it off in the sink, dried it, and, taking the lube from Phil, squirted the clear fluid over it in the palm of her hand. Dipping a finger in the little pool that formed in her hand, she applied it around the rim of his bumhole, working her finger into it in short strokes. Returning for some more lube, her finger then slipped all the way in, with Phil gasping as he arched his back.

“Holy fuck, Tracy!” he cried as her finger slid smoothly in and out, the sensation getting gradually less intrusive and more pleasurable.

He exhaled loudly as her finger came out to get the plug, spinning it in her palm to coat it properly.

“It’s a small one, Phil, but it might hurt a little going in,” she said sympathetically and pointed out the red jewel on the end. “To match the color your bum will be later!” she added with a chuckle.

“Oh! Ho! Ho! Ho!” he gasped aloud as she slowly pushed the tapered plug in, his sphincter fighting her all the way. “Oh God!” he cried in pain as the widest point slipped past the objecting muscle, the pain gone once it popped into place, leaving him with an uncomfortable full feeling as his butt clenched, trying to expel the intruder. He almost forgot about it when she spanked him several times on each cheek.

“You’ll get used to it!” he heard her say, but he doubted it. “Which paddle did you pack?” she asked as she left the bathroom, returning to his backpack.

“The … the …” he stammered, coming out of the bathroom, walking like he had a pole up his ass. “The Lexan one,” he finally finished.

“No, I want something with a little heft to it!” she said, walking over to his toy drawer and pulling out a thick wood school paddle about four inches wide and fifteen inches long with a drilled face. She slapped it against her palm a few times, smiling her approval. She slipped it into the large compartment in his pack, zipped it up, and handed it to him. “I’ll drive!” she declared and left the room.

The plug was never far from his thoughts as he reflected on the dominant tone Tracy had adopted this morning. He liked that she’d started right from the outset rather than suddenly changing from friendly sister-in-law to punishing Domme at the park, even if it meant having his ass plugged against his wishes. As he walked to her car, he admitted to himself that it started feeling rather good in a submissive sort of way, and sitting on the plug in the car felt different again, and he grew to like that as well.

It wasn’t a long drive, thankfully, as neither felt inclined to talk; him because of his already submissive state of mind and her because of the anticipation of another plan in its earliest stages. She looked forward to beating Phil’s arse, knowing how appreciative he’d be afterward, but wished she’d get spanked as well.

There were more cars in the carpark than last time because it was mid-morning already, and they both considered the increased risk of exposure with more people in the park. Still, once they got to his favorite spot, they’d feel safe as they’d never been interrupted there before.

Phil got the backpack from the back seat while Tracy grabbed a cooler and something that had him squirming when he saw it: a cane. She looked around to see if anybody was watching and swished it through the air a few times, enjoying the sound. With her finger, she instructed him to turn around and face the car. He watched as she drew it back and felt two stinging slices on his shorts.

“Are you going to be a good boy?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss!” he said with a big smile. He didn’t know she’d swiped the cane during the week, during one of his occasional trips to his office, but was glad she had. Unable to conceal it in any way, someone seeing them walking with it would know its intended purpose. And with Tracy carrying it, they’d also know who would be the recipient of its pain.  

Phil smiled sheepishly when they passed a couple on the trail, who smiled with sympathy as they walked by. Tracy couldn’t resist the opportunity, drew the cane back, and struck tentatively, though the ‘swish’ and ‘thwack’ had the couple looking back and giggling.

They arrived at the secluded spot only they seemed to know about and checked the river to see if anyone was around. Satisfied they were alone, they unpacked their respective bags. Phil spread one blanket on the ground and draped the other over the log, which he would be draped over soon enough.

Tracy opened the cooler and removed the drinks and two plastic glasses. She opened the bottles, poured two glasses, and offered a toast.

“To sore bums!” she said with a laugh, Phil repeating the toast before tapping the other’s glass and taking a sip. Phil took another bigger gulp of his cider for some Dutch courage.

“I think my naughty boy ought to be naked for his punishment!” Tracy declared as she stood. “Up!”

He stood with his hands behind his back as Sandra had trained him. She opened the buttons of his shirt, pushed it down over his shoulders, and tossed it aside. Pulling the drawstring of his shorts open, she knelt as she pulled them and his underwear down, delighting in the sight of his erection springing free of its confines just inches from her face. She couldn’t resist a few swipes with her tongue on the tip with his grateful moans.

“Take my clothes off!” she commanded as she stood and stepped closer.

Pulling her top up, he smiled at the sight of her tits spilling out of the half-cup bra he revealed. She turned her back to him so he could undo the clasp and leaned back against his chest once her girls were set free.

“You can touch them,” she said, more as a demand, and sighed deeply as his hands hefted their weight, caressing the soft orbs as she backed against him feeling his cock pressing into the cleft of her arse. “Ohh! That feels so good!” she moaned when his fingers teased and pinched the hard nipples that begged for attention.

“Uh-uh!” she warned when a hand slid down between her legs. “Take my pants off first!”

Kneeling behind her, he grasped the elastic waist of her shorts and drew them down slowly. “Oh, Tracy!” he cried as her lack of panties became evident. Not that it mattered anymore since she was already essentially naked, but the thought of her without undies all morning was still arousing.

He held her shorts as she stepped out of each leg and tossed them on the pile of discarded clothes. Still kneeling, he put his hands on her hips and pulled one fleshy cheek into his face for a kiss and a lick. The other cheek was treated to the same as was the cleft between as he pulled her cheeks apart and pressed them to his face as he kissed her puckered star.

“Mmm!” she cooed as she turned around, her pussy practically in his face. “Don’t get up! I was going to have you over the log as soon as we were naked, but I don’t think a little pussy worship would be out of place. Hm?” He looked up at her with a smile as his tongue came out. “No hands! Just your tongue!” she said when his hand slid up her thigh.

Grabbing her magnificent ass in both hands, he pulled himself into her savory snatch, his tongue slithering through her slippery slit. Thankful for the steadying hands on her butt, she rocked her hips in rhythm with his tongue while a hand grabbed a shock of his hair to make sure he didn’t leave too soon.

He sucked each swollen lip into his mouth and then her whole pussy as his tongue attended to her protruding nub. He remembered her musky scent from the prior week when he’d rewarded her with his tongue after a good spanking. Her breathing changed when he darted in and out of her dripping wet slot.

“Oh yeah! Just keep doing that! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna … oh, oh oh, ahhhmmm!” she panted as he lapped up her syrup and continued his lascivious licking. “Oh God, Phil!” she cried when she realized he wasn’t stopping and didn’t object this time when she felt his fingers inside. With fingers fucking and tongue teasing, he brought her to another incredible climax.

She fell weak-kneed into his arms when he stood up, gasping barely audible compliments through her panting breaths.

“It wouldn’t really be pussy worship if you didn’t cum at least twice,” he said softly, and she just hummed her response.

“It doesn’t seem right to reward you with a spanking, but that’s what you want, isn’t it?” she asked rhetorically. “All right. Over the log,” she instructed and smiled at his immediate compliance.

Still breathing hard, she looked briefly at her phone, tapped the screen, and went to the backpack to withdraw the long wooden paddle before stepping up behind him. She tapped the paddle a few times against her palm, more as a tease than a threat. After a few more teasing taps on his proffered bum, she laid it on the log next to him and started spanking with her hand, hard and fast. She knew he’d take just as much paddling without a warmup, and as she liked feeling his muscular cheeks responding to her hand, the spanking was more for her than him.

Expecting to feel the sharp thud and sting of the heavy paddle, he was disappointed, but only for a minute as the spanking went on and on and on. He wasn’t one to count but was confident she was well over a hundred before she stopped, the feeling of the impacts replaced by a warm sting. Then, the paddle disappeared from the log beside him.

“All the usual rules, Phil! Rubbing, getting up, blocking, or any interference at all will earn extras with the cane! Two for each infraction on top of the twelve you’ll get anyway. Understand?” she warned, and he replied affirmatively. “Ready?” she asked as the paddle rose.

Maddy was dressed and ready to get in her car when Tracy’s first text came through. The drive was quick, and she parked next to Tracy’s car, heading out for her quick jog. Her pants were already damp and would soon be soaked with the sweat of her exercise as well as arousal.

The jogging was an excuse, of course; just a time filler before she showed up at the appropriate time, and the second text was perfectly timed as she was just about to turn around and head back.

“Yeow!” he yelped in response to the first swat, more in surprise than pain.

The paddling continued with a few seconds between most swats but occasionally a few in rapid succession. He could instantly feel the difference between this and his favorite Lexan paddle. The pain somehow felt deeper, like a deep tissue massage that hurt.

They hadn’t agreed on a number, but he had had a chance to tell her what Sandra typically did, so he assumed she’d follow suit. She’d just given him three hard swats across both cheeks when he involuntarily reached back, withdrawing his hand too late.  

“That’s two!” Tracy said.

The powerful pain of her capable paddling had him forgetting that he still had a caning coming as well. More than halfway through the paddling, he had to decide whether he wanted more than the fourteen strokes he’d already earned.

“Mmm, you’ve got some nice bruises on the way, Phil!” she commented during rest while he squirmed in place in a futile attempt to lessen the pain that also reminded him of the buttplug. It didn’t seem to enhance the paddling in any way, as he’d almost forgotten about it but accepted it as something he’d tolerate as part of his sub makeup.

Another hard swat signaled the resumption of the first proper paddling he’d gotten in years, discounting Maddy’s as it was after an already bruising self-spanking. He’d always imagined it being Tracy who’d assume the authority over his painful pleasure, and she filled the bill capably. Assuming they were nearing the end based on his pain level, he decided fourteen with the cane wasn’t enough and intentionally stood up to rub his cheeks.

“Two more!” Tracy called out jubilantly.

He was right about the end being near as the remaining four or five swats came one immediately after the other, leaving him grunting and gasping at the accumulated sting.

“No rubbing!” Tracy warned as she put the paddle down on the log beside him. Appraising her handiwork, she rubbed his cheeks with both hands as he sighed his appreciation, his hips rising to encourage her soothing caresses.

He felt her hands leave his sore bum and seconds later heard the ‘whoosh’ of the cane slicing through the air. His erection, having all but disappeared by the end of his paddling, had started to return with her comforting hands and twitched in anticipation with the second threatening swish of the cane.

“Sixteen strokes, Phil! Ready?” she asked as she tapped the cane on his blazing red and bruised butt.

“Yes, Tracy. Yeowch!” he cried as the first startling slice cut right through him.

With a longer pause between strokes, Tracy watched the sexy, muscular arse she’d only appreciated from afar, flexing and tensing in reaction to the burning lines of pain. She could feel her juices flowing, knowing they’d come in handy with the next part of her plan.

Again, he was reminded of funishments and punishments past as he felt the searing pain of each stroke. To his amazement, Tracy seemed to have nearly the same level of expertise with the cane as Sandra, and he knew he’d be as hard as nails soon after.

With the fifteenth stroke, he knew he wanted more, and Tracy seemed to agree as she happily added two more strokes when he reached back to rub his burning bum. After the pause from his rubbing infraction, she delivered the final three with renewed vigor and speed, his back arching with intense pain.

Tracy’s fingers traced the red lines crisscrossing his warm-to-the-touch cheeks, fascinated by the angry welts she left behind with the cane. While caressing and gently squeezing his tortured bottom with one hand, the other slipped between his legs, and he lifted off the log just enough for her hand to feel his growing cock.

“Whoa!” he cried when she grasped the flange of the butt plug he’d almost forgotten and pulled it out. “Fuck!” he exclaimed with a sudden empty feeling, thinking his feelings about the nasty device may have changed.

He enjoyed her touch but didn’t need it to become hard again. Sandra had always been surprised at how quickly he recovered regardless of how severe a beating she’d given him, and Tracy wondered as well after the spanking, paddling, and caning. She told him he could get up and rub if he wanted to.

He didn’t need to be told twice, wanting to feel the rough texture and calloused skin from the paddling, as well as the cane’s weals. He turned to face Tracy.

“Thank you, Tracy!” he said genuinely, adding, “You did a great job!”

“You’re welcome, but I can think of a better way to thank me!” she started and took hold of his dick, sticking out like an empty flagpole. “Uh-uh!” she said, pushing his hand away from her pussy. “The only thing I want in there is this!” she said, squeezing his erection to indicate what ‘this’ was, and leaned in to kiss him, tentatively at first, but passionately as their bodies came together.

“Fuck me, Phil!” she requested as their lips came apart. She went over to the log, bent over it, and, waving her hips around, repeated her request, “Please? Fuck me hard!”

He stood directly behind her, and with one hand on her back, he teased her with the tip of his dick, poking at both holes without entering and sliding it up and down her flooded valley, coating it in her juice.

“Come on! I want to feel that big hard cock in my dripping wet pussy! Fuck me!” she demanded this time, hoping his submissive nature would have him comply.

Guided by feel, he stuck the tip in slowly but once in, rammed in the rest with one smooth thrust, getting an ‘Oh Fuck!’ from her. With short hard jerks, his cock acclimated to the tight grip before he pulled back for a long smooth thrust in, their hips slapping together on impact.

“Oh God, Tracy! You’re so tight!” he said, feeling her muscles squeezing him.

“Oh fuck! You feel so good inside me! Yeah! That’s it! Pound my pussy!” she cried as the energy level and speed ramped up. “I’m gonna cum soon! Cum with me! Oh, my Goooooddddd!” she screamed as the euphoric wave crashed over her, feeling the pulsed shots of his seed inside her.

He lay atop her, just holding her while he shrunk inside. They said nothing, feeling each other’s heavy breathing as they slowly calmed.

Maddy arrived right on time to see most of the spirited joining of her two friends. Her hands snaked into her tank top and shorts to try to quell her desire.

“Tracy! What are you doing!” They heard someone shout. Phil turned around to see Maddy storming into the clearing angrily. “We agreed to share him for spanking, not for fucking!” she cried as she pushed Phil aside and, taking advantage of Tracy’s position, started spanking her.

“Ow! Maddy! I’m sorry,” Tracy pled as the spanking continued. “I didn’t know! Ow-ow-ow!”

Phil watched with wonder at the scene unfolding before him. It didn’t occur to him to intervene as he was totally taken in by their act. He noticed erect nipples poking through her top and a dark spot in her crotch that he was pretty sure wasn’t sweat concluding that spanking Tracy was making her wet.

“You should’ve known! We didn’t say anything about him fucking you!” Maddy said, almost giving away the fact that this was all part of their plan. “Let’s see how you like this!” Maddy said, picking up the paddle and wasting no time applying it to Tracy’s pink backside.

“Yeow! Holy shit!” she screamed as the paddle struck both cheeks with equal force.

Maddy waited a couple of seconds between swats and smacked Tracy’s hand away when she reached back to protect her now-red bum.

Their plan was going perfectly, and she loved the feeling of the thick wood paddle thudding into her fleshy arse, though it wasn’t nearly with the same force as she’d given Phil. She was nearing her limit when she gave Maddy the signal with her hand, after which Maddy gave her three of the hardest yet on one cheek, followed by three more on the other.

“Fuck, Maddy! That hurt!” she cried, trying to sound indignant, and she started to get up.

“Stay right there!” Maddy ordered, and Tracy complied, though confused.

“Oh! OH! OHH!” Tracy cried as she felt two hands on her sore bottom and a tongue in her slit. She looked back, expecting to see Phil, but shocked to see Maddy’s face behind her. This wasn’t part of the plan, but Tracy didn’t call her out to preserve what was left of their plan and she was actually enjoying it.

“Mmm! Tastes like Phil!” Maddy said quickly before plunging her tongue back into Tracy’s weeping gash.

Phil looked on in open-mouthed astonishment, not knowing about the plan at all, let alone Maddy going off script for some girl-on-girl action. Maddy had wanted to try it for a long time and Tracy had indicated that she’d thought about it as well, so she decided it would be easier to be forgiven than given permission.

“Ho! Oh God, Maddy,” Tracy squealed with delight at the difference a female tongue could make. She’d spread her legs and moved away from the log to give Maddy better access, and with her thighs trembling, she finally came with heaving, panting breaths. Maddy stood behind her, fingering her seething slit and prolonging the ecstasy.

Eventually, Tracy stood up, but her stance was shaky as her sea legs slowly returned.

“Stand over there on the blanket with your hands on your head,” Maddy instructed her, and returning to the plan, Tracy obeyed.

Phil still hadn’t caught up and looked at Tracy with surprise when she stood a few feet away, avoiding his eye contact while looking at the ground with her hands as instructed. She didn’t want him to see her smiling.

“Leave her!” Maddy said to him when she saw him put a comforting hand on Tracy’s back. “Come here!” she said, directing him now. “I need my pussy tended to!” she said as she stripped off her shorts and climbed on the log, naked from the waist down and thighs spread wide.

Back on familiar ground, Phil dove into her crotch with tongue and fingers flying, giving Maddy something to moan and groan about. She’d enjoyed tasting her first pussy, and hers was exceedingly wet as a result. She tried to push it into his face and nearly lost her balance on the log. Moments later, she came and fell forward into Phil’s arms, grateful for his tight embrace as she quivered inside.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered and, pulling away, glanced back at Tracy, still obediently standing a few feet away, before going to the log and bending over it just as Tracy had earlier.

Still unaware of the script, he didn’t realize Maddy was improvising again. When she turned to look at him and say, ‘Fuck me,’ it was both submission and desire that had him obeying. He moved behind her, holding his shaft made stiff again thanks to her, and feeling for her opening, slid into her velvety sheath with ease.

They moved together as their enthusiasm created a slowly building rapture. Neither believed how long the smooth strokes just kept adding to their pleasure, but when Madd’s hips froze, he knew she was close. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her away from the log to avoid pounding her into it when he stepped up the pace. Thrusting as fast as he could, Maddy came with a loud cry and came a second time twenty seconds later when she felt him unload inside her.

Both on shaky legs, they hugged each other for a few seconds before Maddy pulled him over to Tracy, initiating a group hug. Arms around shoulders and waists pulled the trio together as they all gave silent thanks for having found each other this way. They all kissed each other in turn, Phil smiling when Tracy and Maddy’s lasted a bit longer.

Finally, the group separated, but the girls stayed arm-in-arm. Moving to the edge of the blanket, they bowed deeply with their free arm outstretched.

“We hope you have enjoyed another Mad Tracy Production!” they said in unison, watching as understanding slowly dawned on Phil’s face. They laughed as the bashful smile spread across his face, and he went to them for another group hug.

“I like that! Mad Tracy!” he said while reaching down and giving each of their bottoms a good hard smack.

They settled on the blanket, Tracy and Phil kneeling to protect their stinging backsides while Maddy sat comfortably. Tracy opened the cooler to pour drinks and hand out sandwiches. Phil offered a toast this time.

“To threesomes!” he said, and the girls repeated it with glee.

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