My girlfriend was spanked (live) by a celebrity (english)

[gutierrez]

An unusual government decree, aimed at reducing aggression and harassment in the networks, enforced a controversial rule. Each year, an event would be held in which the top stars of film, television and radio would confront those users of social networks, Twitter, Instagram and Facebook, who have offended the celebrities. In this ceremony, the posts and aggressive publications directed to them would be exposed, and the corresponding penalty to the author of these expressions was an old fashioned and degrading punishment: to place him on the lap of the famous assaulted, and to receive a spanking in the bare ass
This is the first year that this particular event called The Discipline Award has been celebrated. The ceremony lasts a little more than an hour: in the first part we see the famous one entering, receiving the flashes of the photos, and his victim, that unfortunate being who had the imprudence to dedicate a publication to him that has offended him. The journalists would ask questions on the red carpet, and then the duo would enter the room, where a giant screen would show the infamous post to justify the subsequent punishment. Who was the punished one? Nothing more and nothing less than my girlfriend.
Some time ago, she shared a publication in which she made an ironic comment about several figures of radio and television, making a comparison between them (and the little importance of their opinions) in front of scientists. In other words, she made fun of those who do not proclaim her ideals, at least, that's what the official communiqué said. She could not refuse (that was equivalent to three years in prison), and when the letter arrived announcing that she had been chosen, she almost fainted.
Among the figures attacked by her was the lunch diva, Mirtha Legrand. She would be responsible for punishing my girlfriend.
The first one to arrive was my girlfriend. Despite the circumstances, she was radiant. She stood on the red carpet and could barely smile. She was totally nervous, looking sideways, looking at the floor. Her long black hair fell down her thin back, contrasting with the white of her sweater, which left her shoulders naked. A golden skirt gleamed her beautiful and trimmed pair of legs, and he carried a side wallet. It was ridiculous to see her gesticulate, trying to laugh and not succeed.
Then the journalist approaches, microphone in hand. "How do you feel?"
My poor girlfriend just shook her head and lifted her shoulders. "I'm shocked...". You could tell.
I asked her if she wanted me to accompany her, but she told me that she preferred to confront the situation alone, even though she knew that the event would be televised and, alone or accompanied, thousands of people (including me) would go to see her punishment live, and there would also be guests on the place. At one point, she turned her head and her expression was one of bewilderment itself, because the lady who would apply discipline to her had arrived.
The diva of lunches. She came down from the limousine with a bright smile, as if in anticipation of triumph over the impropriety of my beloved. The elderly diva greeted the cameras and responded with great tranquillity. "I came to do the right thing. If someone is capable of disrespect, then she has to abstain from consequences. I thank the government for the opportunity to see me face to face with one of the many people who attack me through social networks," she said threateningly. Looking at it objectively, this was an interesting encounter: on one side there was my girlfriend, young (not only physically, but of young ideas), liberal and modern. On the other hand, Mirtha Legrand, representative of the wealthiest, conservative and authoritarian sectors, opposes all kinds of new changes in society; she is the antithesis of this lady. Unfortunately, her roles are also very opposite: my wife will be the spankee, and she will be the spanker.
Watching the award from my television, my hands were sweating, I could not imagine how she would feel right there. I was ashamed, indignant that this f... old woman put her hands on my beloved. But at the same time, I couldn't stop looking at the screen.
"Welcome to this special evening, the first Discipline Award! exclaimed Mariano Lúdica, the irritable presenter. The camera panned around the place, and there I saw my girlfriend, serious, with a worrying gesture, with her beautiful legs crossed tightly. Beside her, Mirtha Legrand waved to the camera. To add more humiliation to the situation, the damned cameraman fixed his lens on my girlfriend's face, to see her expressions. She tried to smile and look natural, even though she was dying of embarrasment, I knew it.
"Let's see why we have her here today, and why she deserves this award," announced the presenter. A screen showed my wretched woman's Facebook post, and Lúdica read it aloud.

My girlfriend bent her head and Mirtha looked at her seriously, nailing her eyes to her. Then he mentioned her by name and surname, and invited her to receive the prize. The statuette had the shape of a hand hitting a computer monitor. She walked quickly to the center. She took the prize and stood there, waiting for the worst. "Aren't you going to say a few words? The driver encouraged her.
My girlfriend cleared her throat. "I mean I'm not going to change my mind. This is a way of disciplining those of us who think differently. My posting on Facebook was not disrespectful, it was just an opinion. That's why I'm not going to take this unworthy prize." Then she put the statuette on the floor and took a few steps away. I was proud of her courage, but things weren't going to change for her. Mirtha Legrand walked elegant as she is, until she faced my beloved.
"A round of applause for the queen of television!" shouted the host. Mirtha Legrand grabbed the microphone with authority, and began to scold my girlfriend.
"I want to make it clear to you that what you did was disrespectful, and a way to make fun of other people's comments. People on the street are very hurt by the aggressions on Facebook like yours. You're rude and stubborn, because you said you're not going to change your way of thinking. You're too young, you need to learn a lot of things, and that's why you're here, my dear."
This time, my girl did not answer her, nor did she resume her epic speech. Mirtha had intimidated her; I don't know if she was intimidated by Mirtha and her severe look, or by the situation in which she found herself, at a complete disadvantage in front of the living legend of Argentine TV. She remained silent, although no one had offered her a microphone to answer her. Not everyone is brave enough to face Mirtha Legrand, so I don't blame her.
"Let's start then. The rules are as follows: the person guilty of the aggression on social networks will receive a punishment from the assaulted celebrity, on her lap, with her buttocks bare to receive a corporal punishment, which consists of hitting with the hand the area of the guilty person, for about ten minutes."
I was, as I said, indignant. It was unbearable to see how my girlfriend, an independent and strong woman, was mistreated and scolded by this hateful elderly woman, who was about to spank her like a child. At the same time, an erect lump appeared in front of my pants that was difficult to contain, I felt contradictory. My nerves were playing tricks on me.
Mirtha Legrand sat down and looked at her with contempt. My poor bride lay on her knees and her long hair fell on her face. With authority, the famous tv hostess and actress lifted her skirt, leaving her with her naked ass, just a tiny white thong that kept a bit of her decency. The lunch lady put her wrinkled hand on my wife's ass, and scolded her again. "I think you're going to regret it, dear. You should be."
My erection became more evident when I saw my girlfriend's naked ass, televised to thousands of people. The cameras were located in several places: one that offered a general shot of my girlfriend on the lap of the famous nonagenarian, another on her face, and the other, which focused on her at this moment, behind her back, showing her bottom in the first shot. I took a breath, held my breath as Mirtha Legrand raised her arm, and slapped my girlfriend's buttocks hard. Then she began the spanking, one after the other. The lady's hand seemed to have some experience in the matter, or it was just my impression, seeing that my girlfriend began to twist in pain almost instantly. Her young buttocks bounced off the impact of the blows, and I just couldn't believe this was happening.
Mirtha Legrand held her firmly at the waist, preventing my poor girl from moving too much. She lifted her head, moved her arms, at times rested her hand on the knee of the lunch diva, and kicked, kicked, kicked a lot. From the microphones, you could hear the "spank, spank" of the lashes.
"From a computer it's very easy to defend your ideas, isn't it, my dear?". Mirtha told her, showing off her malice and complete dominance. My girlfriend was gnashing her white teeth trying to drown out screams, but the pain seemed to be increasing.
"Enough, please," she begged, and the camera let me see that her cheeks were turning red. Mrs Legrand's wrinkled, ring-filled hand was constantly punishing my girlfriend's ass. And the front of my jeans seemed about to explode seeing that image.
I hated, and at the same time enjoyed, seeing her expressions of pain, her screams, her red ass being whipped with determination, her nudity in front of so many cameras.

Mirtha maintained a serious and determined gesture as her hand discharged hard blows against my wife's soft (and now reddish) buttocks, which were shaken violently. She, on the other hand, was suffering, screaming and clenching her teeth.

At times she was heard begging. "Please, it hurts!" I discovered tears in her eyes as she kicked her legs with her bare butt in the air. The queen mother of television followed a steady rhythm, spanking one cheek, then the other, without giving her a break. For my part, I continued to struggle with the anger and helplessness of seeing the live humiliation of my beloved, while I did not stop watching the screen, with my erection firm as a mast.

An alarm sounded, as the ten minute rule had passed. "Stand up," Mirtha said. Slowly, my girlfriend stood up and left the lap of the legendary celebrity. She put on her skirt and covered her punished buttocks again and pretended to leave, head down, eyes watering and frowning in pain. But the dominant lunch lady held her by the arm. "Wait a minute, my dear." And with the long, wrinkled finger pointing at her, she began a long lecture, scolding her like a spoiled child. "I don't want you to disrespect me again through internet. I don't want you to even mention my name, is that clear, dear?".

My girlfriend nodded.

With a superb gesture, Mirtha insisted with her reprimand. "Now you're sorry you published what you published, aren't you?".

"Yes, I'm sorry.

"That's the way I like it. Let this be an example for all those who hide in social networks to attack famous and successful people like me. Applauses for me, please! Mirtha Legrand ordered, and the obscenities there burst into applause, while my girlfriend remained pathetic, looking at the floor, rubbing her buttocks. As a final humilitation, the elderly Ms Legrand ordered to lift the prize and take it with her, and my girlfriend did it.

The media spoke of the "success" of this event. Newspapers, magazines and the Internet were filled with photos of my girlfriend receiving the punishment, which most considered deserved.

Still, the award is in our showcase.