A lot of sass, slaps against the ass

Loraine barged into the hall. "Criminals, us? My dad maybe, but mom and I are innocent. We aren't responsible for dad's crimes, we shouldn't be punished. And if I could choose, I wouldn't even want to live in this hellhole. There are people here much worse than dad. Just today, I had to deal with perverts that get kicks out of my suffering, being blackmailed just for borrowing deodorant, avoid being **** by your mental vicar, and you judgmental blue hairs talking shit!"

The lady on the stage stepped down, slowly walking toward Loraine. "I knew the daughter was going to be a undisciplined, ill-mannered coward. Throwing your father under the bus, blaming your peers who I'm sure are justified in their actions, and even blaming sweet Father Daniel. I'm going to do what your parents should've done ages ago." She grabbed Loraine by her arm and dragged her on stage. She sat on a chair, and bent Loraine over her knees. She raised an open palm, and smacked Loraine's ass with all her might. She yelped in pain. Then she did it again.

And again,

And again.

"I'm done." Spoke the lady. Loraine sighed in relief. It hurt like hell, but she expected more than four spankings.

"Now, who wants to to continue?" Loraine's eyes shot wide open at the remark, and even more so at the twenty people who went in line. She braced herself, knowing this was only going to get worse.

One by one, people **** her to bent over their knees to be spanked. And they were all terrible in their own way. Some used way to much strength. Others aimed between the ass cheeks. Then there were the ones that would just insult her during the spanking, the insults ranging from "brat" to "whore".

When they were done, Loraine could barely stand straight. She was in agony from the warm, stinging pain. The elderly lady ordered her to "leave this building, and never come back in here again." She slowly exited the building, walked towards a small bush for cover, and started to cry.