With Harley’s dress up and out of her way, Ivy set her hand down on her left cheek, cupping the skin in her hand before moving onto the other cheek and doing the same thing. “Oh-ho-ho, aww! Aren’t you precious?” Ivy spat back over her shoulder while keeping Harley still to prevent any further struggling. “Keep on squirming! It only makes your little, round tush more enticing for me.” She teased. Her hand moved up and started rubbing Harley’s rear while she spat out her threats, a cruel smile on Ivy’s lips.
To hear Harley taking her treatment seriously now, Ivy laughed aloud. “Aha! I don’t think so! You didn’t spare me the same dignity…” Ivy reminded her, before lifting her hand up a short way from Harley’s butt. “And I plan to treat you just. As. Nicely.” In-between every punctuated word, Ivy rapped her palm against the scantily-clad bottom underneath her. After the third swat had landed, Ivy paused, hearing a whirring sound from the corner of the room. Looking up, she saw the little security camera of her cell now readjusted to look straight at her. “Oh, look…” She chuckled sinisterly, “We’ve got company. Smile for the camera!~”
Not about to stop now, knowing security was on it’s way, Ivy forced Harley further up her knee. “Hmm, something’s not quite right though…” Ivy spoke quickly, but still kept her sardonic, stinging tone. Grabbing Harley’s black-and-red panties, Ivy tugged them up hard before she could get a word in. “THAT’S better!” She laughed. Raising her hand back up, Ivy began spanking away at Harley’s cheeks, wanting to ride out this punishment as long as she could.
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