"Go on Stan, and make them count!"

I can't believe what I heard, being spanked not in front of him, but by him!!

Ten heavy swats of his bare hand on my now naked backside. He is now sitting on a tall stool and pointing at his lap.

With little choice other than to do it now or get the double, I get over his lap.

I see that before I did he switched something and now the screen are streaming a view of me on his lap, to the many bystanders in front of the store. Even if Stan us not recording it so many will that my ordeal will be online before we get home ( if we ever get home, our door still locked.)

" you will count and say you are sorry for being a prissy brat with each strike." He tells, enjoying himself way too much.

SPLAT!! On strike very hard on my left cheek.

"One, sorry for being a prissy brat!" I scream.

SPLAT!! On the other one

"Two, sorry for being a prissy brat!" I scream again.

SPLAT!! On the spot of the first one.

"Three, sorry for being a prissy brat!" I scream.

.....

SPLAT!!

"TEN!!, sorry for being a prissy brat!" I scream, my sorry red ass agonising with pain.

He went very hard and likes to hit on the same spot again but alternating between them.

He now takes shots on various angles of my very red ass.

"We have to continue to remove stickers." He tells my mom, thankful of seeing me reminded of her orders.