Having made enough of a scene to temporarily halt the onslaught on her backside, Ellie looked back up, letting the temporary soreness in her forehead fade away.
Only to be forced back up further as her short, black hair was caught firmly in Zoey’s grasp, prompting a harsh “O-Oww!” from the mutant.
With her hand free, she threw her fist down and rapped it once against the hood of the car. “Oh, what the hell do you care?!” She asked, fiercly.
No auditory response, just a firm and unwelcome hand groping her bare cheek unexpectedly. Ellie hissed with her touch, the sting flaring up with the feeling of her palm.
Having expected it to leave her rear again, like any other time she was swatted, Ellie only grew further uncomfortable as her flesh was held onto. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks again as she looked back.
“Can you stop that?” She growled.
Ellie felt the skin of her backside release as Zoey let go of it, and she sighed deeply. Only to groan immediately afterwards as she was kept forced onto the car.
Though the woman wasn’t spanking her anymore, so she shut her eyes tightly. “Are you done yet? Had your fun?” She hissed.
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