A spanking

Lars followed Lawrence and Kennedy through the restaurant. While most customers didn’t notice or didn’t care, a few stared openly at the bottomless waitress. Once they got to the Punishment Room, Lawrence led the way through the doors.

Inside, there was an assortment of implements, restraints, and tables. Kennedy glanced around nervously, knowing that she would soon feel the sting of one of those tools.

“Take your pick,” said Lawrence. “I’ll just be over there to observe the punishment.”

Lars nodded and swept his eyes across the room. His gaze landed on a thick wooden paddle. Picking it up, he was surprised by its weight. Turning back around, he looked at Kennedy, sizing her up. This paddle was quite large for someone her size, but it didn’t matter much to Lars. In fact, that almost made it better in a way.

“Lean over that table with your ass out,” Lars commanded. Kennedy scrambled to obey. Her exposed ass had some fading bruises already, likely from previous mistakes.

“You don’t have to count after each stroke, but make sure you thank me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Lars swung the paddle so it hit both of Kennedy’s **** asscheeks.

THWACK

She let out a grunt, “Thank you, sir.”

Lars lined up the next strike and swing again, the impact rippling through her butt.

THWACK

“Urgh, thank you, sir.”

THWACK

This next swing came faster than the previous two, catching Kennedy off guard.

“ARGH, t-thank y-you, sir.”

Lars continued to pummel Kennedy’s ass with the thick paddle. She soon was a blubbering mess and could not properly thank him for each stroke. After a while, Kennedy’s ass was a bruised and discolored mess. Lars had lost count of the stroke count, but he was getting tired. After one last swing, he placed the paddle on the table and motioned for Kennedy to stand up.

Wincing from the pain, Kennedy stood up with her head bowed and faced Lars, “T-t-thank you for my punishment, sir.”

“You’re welcome,” replied Lars. He looked over at Lawrence, who seemed pleased with the outcome.

“Well done. Now, let’s get you back to your table. Kennedy, go back to the kitchen and kneel in the corner until I return.”

The beaten waitress could only nod before retreating from the room.