"I saw you antics in the mirror, and wasn't amused"

The woman sternly grabs your arm and twists it backwards behind you. Out of sight behind the column from everyone but the ice cream geek, she yanks you to your feet and pushes you over the table opposite.

"You think someone your age would be a little more mature, leading guys on like that, not to mention making an ass of me." She yanks your dress up, and yanks down your panties.

"What are you, some kind of dyke.." you begin to exclaim, shocked at being thrown to your stomach on the tabletop and stripped by this woman.

You're stopped mid-insult by your wadded up panties being pushed in your mouth. "Maybe they'll do some good there. You couldn't seem to keep them in place before. Act like an immature little brat, be treated like one."

With that final word, you feel a mighty crack on your upturned butt. And another, and another.

"I hope you aren't enjoying it too much. I'll make sure you don't," she rasps into your ear as her large hand continues to **** both reddening orbs.

She notices some people catching the act. She stops and pulls you to your feet, your dress falling into place. "Spare the rod, spoil the child!" she smiles to them as she ungags you and tosses the panties to a mall trashcan, it misses. "Move along," she orders, pretending to leave with you, her order in hand.