Ciri gasps when she feels him grab her wrist and pull her towards another room. She remembered the threat from yesterday keenly, and now her heart was starting to race. No one had....done that....before! And now she was about to...no!
"No, please!", she protested shrilly as he led her into the office. When he stood her in front of him, she looked at the floor, unable to look him in the eyes, her hands on her bottom.
"Please don't! I'm sorry, I'm...EEP", she exclaimed as she felt him place her over his knee.
"Nooo!" the little girl protested as she found him flipping her skirt up. "No one ever...I've never...please, I'm scared!", she exclaimed, and while it wasn't actual genuine fear, she was definitely nervous and apprehensive. This was not the body language or verbal language of a kid used to spankings and just reluctant to accept her due. This was something else.
Luckily she didn't have much time to consider her fate before she felt his hand descend upon her upturned bare bottom, and her eyes widened - her hands instantly reaching back to cover her vulnerable backside, or try, at least.
"Please I'msorryy AIIIII", she squealed as she felt his large hand impact again and again and again. She started to kick her legs and struggle to break free, trying to escape the assault on her bottom to no avail. She had never felt anything this painful, this embarassing before. It was pure agony, and she started crying freely as she lost more and more of her strength to fight, before long hanging linmply over his lap, arms and legs dangling above the floor, bawling her eyes out. But something happened in that last act of surrender: It was not ONLY the pain of and embarassment of the spanking which had opened the floodgates - though of course primarily. But there was more. Not only the desperate squeals of pain and shame, but also the kind of mournful howls of a lot of stress and uncertainty and anxiety and worry of the past day whicih finally had gotten an outlet. And the catharsis was in full swing.
"IMSOWWWYYYYYNEVERAAAAGAAAAINBBEGOOOOOODWAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAA" were the last coherent words she spoke before she began to sound more like a baby with colic than a teenager, no strength left in her to fight, hanging limply over her guardian's knee getting her rump very thoroughly roasted.
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