Once the initial shake was in, Ariel only needed to move her hips slightly to keep it going. Like a two-person Mexican wave, her cheeks subsequently wobbled up and down. Given her sudden reaction and protest, it must have been a weakness of Joan. Though, like always, if someone told Ariel not to do something, she just had to keep doing it.
“I'm an independent gal. I can dance wherever I want,“ she claimed. Many would have hardly minded watching a dance of the hips like that. So she didn't know why Joan was complaining. But if it was an effective way of teasing her friend, and consequently frustrating her into being more villainy, she wasn't going to stop.
And it did seem effective. Considering the numerous smacks that soon came from Joan’s supposed too-sore-to-use-it hand. Ariel stopped wiggling while getting them. It was no longer necessary after all to have them moving about. These were relatively more difficult to handle too. “Mph… Oop!..” Ariel occasionally hinted at that via some muffled yelps.
A change of tactics, it seemed. “OK.” Ariel left her friend’s lap. Despite having an attitude, she wouldn't be counterproductive by not following instructions for the sake of it. This was true for instructions about her clothes too. “Bathroom?” she asked, a meaningful little smirk playing on her lips. “Ooh. That's why you wanted me to stop? Too much fun for you to keep your pants dry?” she joked about it.
Since she’d given Joan practically full control of the punishment, to make it feel like a real punishment, there was nothing shocking about hearing that she wanted her shorts down. It still sounded funny though. First ‘bend over’ and now ‘take off your shorts.’ She could only guess how much boldness someone like Joan must have needed to muster to speak those. Perhaps not only for her, but this activity was good for her friend too.
When eventually left alone in the room, she stopped by the sofa. Her fingers met on the front as she unfastened her shorts. With her tugging, the garment began to slide. Removing it? Sure. But did Joan wanted a bratty look? Ariel pulled her shorts down to her knees. For some reason, she’d always found it bratty looking when they were only half-way down. Or did her dear friend secretly prefer horny? In that case, Ariel wriggled her legs, making the shorts drop to the floor and pool around her feet. As if someone had yanked them right down in haste and been too impatient to do other things than pulling them off her feet. “Hm. Probably just, regular, I guess,” Ariel thought more about it. In the end, she grabbed her removed shorts and put them on the sofa. Comfy and soft, it left her in a purple thong. A cheeky little thing. To match this cheeky copper haired gal.
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