Bathtime Spanking

Cynthia pulled her shirt down, trying to keep her crotch covered to no avail as she stood shivering next to the bathtub. She felt like bursting into tears!

"Baby Cece!"

Cynthia cringed when Margaret entered the bathroom, carrying her huge diaper bag. And her wooden spoon!

"Right then, shirt off. Let's get this over with."

Cynthia cringed as she was **** to remove her t-shirt and training bra. Her hand immediately went to cover her tiny a-cup breasts, but Margaret just slapped her arm with the spoon.

"None of that! How dare you!" She snapped. "I guess we'll have to spank you extra hard today!"

"Poor thing," Jasmine sighed, stepping in behind Margaret. She reached for the tub, turning the taps on to fill the bath. "You must have had a really rough day."

"But don't think you're getting out of your spanking!" Margaret snapped. "You wet yourself, in front of the bathroom!"

"I couldn't hold it," Cynthia mumbled. "You were gone for ages. If you would let me use the bathroom without-"

Margaret raised the spoon, slapping it hard against her buttocks before Cynthia could finish her sentence.

"Don't start getting snippy with me, Missy," Margaret snapped. "You started touching yourself a minute ago, I'm not having you playing with yourself in the bathroom."

Cynthia groaned, shaking with humiliation. But Jasmine just gave her a smile, pouring bubbles in the bath. She sat down on the edge of the bathtub, crossing her legs.

"Now let's start your spanking, then Jasmine has very kindly offered to give you a bath," Margaret said simply. "Now what do we say?"

Cynthia whined, but turned around, bending over slightly. Leaning her head against the counter. Her bottom trembling as it was presented towards Margaret.

"Can I please have a red bottom?" She asked, her voice small. "To remind me how to behave."

"Good girl!" Margaret raised her spoon, slapping it down hard against Cynthia's buttocks.

Cynthia whimpered in pain. Margaret raised the spoon, slapping it down on her buttocks again and again. Alternating between her left and right cheek. The wooden spoon left round, red marks against her buttocks. All of them moulding into one bright red sphere as Margaret slapped harder and harder. Cynthia felt her stomach twist as Margaret spread her cheeks open. She braced herself.

Margaret raised her weapon, landing a hard painful slap right down on her puckered entrance. Cynthia cried out, tears spilling from her eyes, knowing it would leave a bruise. Her guardian gave her five consecutive slaps, her hips shaking as she fought her instincts to pull away. But Margaret just increased her strength- pulling back to land one full **** slap against her entrance.

Cynthia screamed, stamping her feet as her anus twitched, thoroughly bruised.

"There we are." Margaret raised her hand, flicking the tight hole. "There's a good girl." She picked Cynthia up, the young woman snivelling in her arms. Cynthia didn't protest, knowing things would only get worse for her. "Now then, be a good girl for Jasmine then come downstairs for your time-out."