Maria didn't resist. She had been spanked several times at this school before, and she'd grown up receiving them from her parents. She knew well enough what was expected of her by this point. She bent over Ms. Carney's lap with the red plaid seat of her skirt pointed up in the air. The bottom underneat was still the tannish color of Maria's skin, but it likely would soon be closer to the color of her skirt. Maria tried to act calm, but her heart was just about to beat out of her chest.
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