Drag Her to the Living Room

With Roxanne in her sights, Aiko stalked over to the young punk and grabbed her by the wrist. Aiko dragged her along the floor back toward the living room. She struggled a little, but she was clearly too shocked by her hard fall to put up any real resistance.

“It’s about time you were quiet,” said Aiko as she dragged her along.

“Uhhh…”

Into the living room they went and Aiko left her on the floor by the corner sofa. She regarded her for a moment, When her hand reached the sides of her sheer panties, any sympathy she might have got seeing this teenager on the ground in front of her evaporated again.

“Where are my pants?” asked Aiko.

Roxanne’s eyes swivelled in their sockets. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb. Where are my clothes? I want them. Now.”

Roxanne didn’t respond.

“You know what, fuck it. You need to be punished like you punished me.”

Aiko stood over Roxanne in her panties, her legs on either side of her. She squatted down over her, pinning her legs to the floor. She’d had a devilish idea in mind, something her father had done to her when she was much younger.

She went straight for Roxanne’s black belt. The punk snapped back into action the moment Aiko went for the buckle.

“Wait, wait, wait, no…”

Aiko batted her hands out of the way. Now she’d found out that what embarrassed Roxanne. It would get so much worse for her. But first, it was time to give her the discipline she deserved. With little effort, she dug her fingers into the buckle and unlatched it.

Using her legs to power to her feet, Roxanne’s attempts at clawing at her hands, her begging, did nothing to move Aiko as she tugged the belt through the loops. Aiko flung it aside and grabbed Roxanne by her spiked orange hair.

“Aaaah… get off me. That hurts.”

Aiko dragged Roxanne to her feet. Luckily, the belt was merely an accessory for her skinny jeans, meaning her pants didn’t begin to fall when she reached her feet. But Roxanne was fighting back. She thrashed and shook around, trying to throw Aiko off.

She responded by driving her fist into Roxanne’s stomach. A little more violent than she’d intended, but it was the only way to shut her down for a moment. Still, with her hands buried in her hair, she **** her head down as low as she could.

“Stop struggling, or it’s only going to be worse.”

Roxanne coughed. “Get the fuck off me.”

“Okay, fine.”

Aiko used her free hand to reach over and seize the bottom of Roxanne’s black leather jacket. She **** it over her head while still pulling her hair, making her roots scream for mercy. With the coat blinding her, Roxanne’s attempts at fighting her way out became more and more comical.

“Come over here.” Aiko swung her around and launched her into the back of the corner sofa.

Roxanne hit it with a thud and fell to the ground into the fetal position. Aiko stood over her beaten opponent for a long moment. She didn’t feel a shred of guilt for hurting her after what she’d put her through already.

She’d pantsed her, spanked her, and now she was going to be punished.