Back off, it's too dangerous

The remaining rational part of your mind knows that a senior special agent of the FBI regularly trains combat and shooting. They are not some kind of street thug you can overpower with your self defense training. In a shock you realize it was a terrible mistake to challenge her.

“Wait, Miss, I …” you try to talk your way out but Agent Wellington is already at your side.

Quickly she punches you in the face and you stumble back. The hit was not to hurt you but to make you lose balance. Before you know what happens, the agent kicks your legs away and you fall down. Immediately Agent Wellington is over you and forces you down with her strength and body wight. You can’t get up.

“Pathetic,” Agent Wellington comments, “just as I thought. You are nothing but a spoiled little princess. Where is your big mouth now, princess?”

“Get of me!” you say ****, “please.”

“Oh I will,” Agent Wellington says with a satisfied grin, “but first you need an old school lesson in respecting elders.”

“Wait, stop!” you begin but you are silenced by a loud bang and a burning pain at your ass cheeks.

The angry FBI Agent just spanked you like a naughty girl. Well in her eyes you like are one. And she didn’t leaves it with one spank. Immediately the second one follows. Even harder then the first one. And it continues. After sixteen spanks you are constantly crying because of the immense pain. After thirty spanks you lost count.

“Amanda, I think she has enough,” Agent Warren interrupts his partner suddenly, “her ass must be red like a basked of cherries. She learned not to speak against you for sure. Maybe I should take it from here.”

“Is that so?” Agent Wellington asks and pulls your head up by the hair, “tell me, princess, did you learned your lesson? If I let my partner question you, what will you answer him?”

“I will tell him everything he wants to know,” you promise sobbing, “just please stop spanking me.”

“Good girl,” Agent Wellington says mocking and gives you a last spank on the sore ass, “I’m going to get a coffee. Maybe I provoke some arrested perverts and kick their nuts when they attack me. Whatever, you handle this, Ron.”

Agent Wellington leaves the office and Agent Warren helps you up to your feet again. He seems nice and you can see he cares about you, even if his partner is a bitch.

“I’m sorry about how things worked out,” Agent Warren says a little embarrassed, “I give my best every day to calm down Amanda. But she hates organized crime and mob families. She has some history with this. Did she hurt you bad? Do you prefer to stand?”

“I’m fine,” you answer and carefully sit down, “just keep it short. So, what’s all this about?”