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Bayley tightened her grip on the waistband of Lyra’s trunks and yanked hard. The fabric peeled down her thighs and off her legs in one rough pull, leaving Lyra completely bare from the waist down except for the dark blue Calvin Klein panties that were still stretched and partially wedged from earlier.

Bayley let out a sharp, breathless laugh as she looked down at the exposed curve of Lyra’s ass.

“Damn… you’ve got a cute little Irish butt,” she said, voice thick with heat and mockery.

Lyra immediately tried to cover herself with both hands, face burning with a mix of fury and humiliation. Bayley didn’t give her the chance. She drove a hard kick straight into Lyra’s stomach, folding her over with a choked gasp.

While Lyra was still doubled up, Bayley grabbed her by the arm, sat down on a low concrete barrier, and hauled Lyra face-down across her thighs. The Role Model’s black Victoria’s Secret bra and still-stretched panties were filthy from the garbage and the dumpster, but she didn’t care. She settled Lyra firmly over her knee, one hand pinning her upper back, the other resting on the full, round shape of that “cute little Irish butt.”

Bayley gave the dark blue Calvin Klein panties a playful little tug upward first, making the fabric dig back between Lyra’s cheeks for a second just to watch her squirm.

“You’ve been a bad girl tonight,” Bayley said, almost sweetly.

Then the spanking started.

Her open palm cracked down hard across the right cheek. The sharp smack echoed in the backlot. Lyra jolted and cried out. Bayley immediately followed with another on the left side, then another, and another—steady, deliberate, stinging blows that quickly turned the pale skin a bright, angry red. Each spank landed with a crisp, wet sound against the thin Calvin Klein fabric and bare flesh, the impact spreading hot, burning heat across Lyra’s ass. The sting built rapidly, layering on top of itself until every new smack made Lyra’s legs kick and her hips jerk against Bayley’s thigh. The pain was sharp and surface-deep at first, then sank deeper into a throbbing, throbbing fire that made her eyes water and her breath come in short, broken gasps. Bayley kept going—left, right, center—sometimes catching the sensitive undersides where the panties met skin, making Lyra yelp louder each time.

Only when both cheeks were glowing red and Lyra was trembling did Bayley stop.

She shoved Lyra off her lap onto the gravel, then quickly locked in her finish. Bayley dropped down, hooked Lyra’s legs, and rolled her into the Rose Plant—driving her face into the dirty ground while cranking her back and legs into the brutal submission. Lyra’s body arched, a strangled scream tearing from her throat as the pressure mounted.

Bayley held the move tight, chest heaving, eyes flicking down to what remained of Lyra’s top—the shredded remnants still hanging off her shoulders above the dark blue Calvin Klein bra—clearly already thinking about finishing the strip stipulation for good.