Perhaps because they were the last few, but the following smacks stung more than what came before. “Hoo! Ouch! My!” Carmen squeezed the armrest of the sofa to cope with it, slapped cheeks dancing at the back. Thankfully, it seemed to be over afterwards. Her bitter expression strongly hinted that she wasn't happy to be subjected to corner time, but it was better than receiving more swats on her bottom. “Unbelievable…” complaining, she walked up to the end of the room. Awkwardly so, as her knickers were still around her knees. The bottom of her skirt rolled back down though, starting to cover her freshly slapped bottom again. “I'm thirty six…” she talked back on her way. Eventually, she was standing in the corner, with the back of her body facing the room.
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