Break the Targets! (for finkfly90)

And the little girl’s struggling didn’t go unnoticed by Samus. She certainly enjoyed watching the little brat’s feet kick behind her, and it was genuinely fun to find someone who still had some fight in them this far into the spanking. However, she still sought to fix that. “Really?” Samus muttered, bringing her hard hand down fast to clash against Kumatora’s bottom. As with Paula, she had only really been going at half power this far to save the kid some of the hurt, but she was starting to prove more and more that she deserved it. “No, keep going.” Samus dared while her harder smacks produced louder claps that echoed into the empty city. “Just see how far you can push me.”

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Kumatora’s eyes went wide as the smacks went even harder on her bare tush, screaming and flailing over Samus’ lap as she began to tear up. “AHHH! OW! OW! Fucking stop, you cow!! AH! OW! OWIE!!”

“Absolutely not.” Samus coldly responded as her palm danced across Kumatora’s butt, quickly turning that pink to a red with every hard smack sending ripples through the girl’s soft skin. “Not until you turn into a responsible young lady, even if that takes me all day.” She growled, the spanking itself starting to wear her arm out - though not for a second did she slow down.

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As the spanking continued for what seemed like days for Kumatora, tears now flowing down her cheeks like a faucet as her screams were now replaced with painfully wails as her bottom could now most likely glow in the dark.

Starting to get closer to what she’d like to see, Samus continued raining her palm down while she started to break through Kumatora’s silence. “What are we learning, little girl?” She barked out while still focusing hard on spanking all over her young opponent’s tush.

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At this point, no real words could be heard coming from Kumatora’s wailing mouth. It was at the point where she was crying so hard that all of her words were messed up between her cries and yells as her buns were now turned a deep dark red.

A scowl grew on Samus’ face, but she wasn’t irrational. After five hard, climactic smacks, she finally rested her hand on Kumatora’s bright red bottom. Then, she started to rub the irritated skin with the flat of her palm, providing the littlest relief while still reigniting a fraction of the pain. “Well?” She asked again.

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By the time Samus was finished, Kumatora was inconsolable. She was wailing like a hungry baby as she laid limp over Samus’ lap, her short and underwear flung to the side and it was shot off her legs a long time ago. The rubs did next to nothing to help her calm down, in fact it may have made it worse.

“...” Samus’ brow dropped lower and lower the longer she went without a response. Even the weird blonde girl didn’t cry this much, though of course she wasn’t spanked as hard. It was becoming quickly clear that maybe the tough girl wasn’t as strong as she portrayed herself. With a sigh, Samus grabbed the back of Kumatora’s hood and gently pulled her up, using her other hand to support her front so she wasn’t being choked as she sat her up, supporting her back while keeping her bottom off of Samus’ leg so she had a place to sit comfortably.

“Come on.” She groaned in the most sympathetic voice she could muster, “cry it all out, then we’ll talk.”

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As soon as she was sat up, Kumatora put her face in her hands and cried even harder. It took her quite awhile for her to calm down even slightly. With her rear throbbing, she was soon crying softly and hiccuping as she was made to sit on Samus’ strong lap.