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Shiroko tried to look back at Kaori, but her movement and sight was very limited.
She normally wasn't someone to volunteer for a position like this. Not really.
But it seemed like she had been a little too mischievous with her fellow club members lately, so some of them had volunteered her when Kaori was looking for someone to dangle from the ceiling.
At least she left her her panties, even though she had dragged the back of them into her butt crack so that her buttocks were quite bare and without any protection.
'Are you sure this is okay? Do you know what you are doing?'
Her bespectacled spanker had already warmed up her bottom
Kaori's answer was calm and matter of fact, as usual.
'No need to ask. I'm a professional. I did everything as described in the manual so it will be fine. Probably.'
Shiroko really wanted to look at Kaori and see if she was messing with her or serious, but she couldn't get a good look. All she could see out of the corner of her eyes was Kaori putting on some gloves.
'W... what are you doing? What are the gloves for?'
'Nothing much. My hands were getting a bit tired and started to hurt a bit. The gloves should help with that. Plus I thought your bottom would benefit from the impact of a little leather much more than just from my bare hands. You like that kind of thing, don't you?'
'W... well, liking... that's a bit...'
She couldn't complete the sentence one way or another and it didn't matter anyway. Bound and suspended from the ceiling as she was, she could only await the touch of those leather gloves on her bare skin.
