I'm sorry, almost done

"We have no time for this!" Mr. Li rages at you. He forces the door open and grabs your arm. You struggle against him as he pulls you into the bedroom, but you're no match for him in this body. He easily manhandles you, dragging you behind him. Your towel falls to the ground as you try to twist out of his grasp, exposing your wet, naked body for them both to see.

"I don't understand why you're unable to see the gravity of this situation, but if you're going act like a child, I'll be **** to treat you like one," he continues as he sits himself down on the edge of your bed and drags your small body face down over his lap. You feel his trousered legs against your naked stomach and thighs.

At first you're too shocked by this sudden aggression to realize what's happening, but that all changes as you feel his hand connect painfully with your bare bottom. You let out a shocked cry and reach back to try and cover your ass.

He grabs your wrist and easily pins your arm behind your back then continues the spanking. Blow after blow falls on your tender cheeks. "Useless," he berates you, "Unable to follow even the most basic of directions." With one arm trapped underneath you and the other pinned, you're helpless to resist. You find yourself begging him in your girly voice to stop, your pleas increasing in desperation and pitch as the pain becomes too much to bear.

Finally, you lose it. You can't take even one more slap, but you realize that you have ****, you're completely at his mercy, and he's not stopping. You explode into tears, kicking your legs ineffectually and sobbing as you stare at ground and take the rest of your agonizing punishment. You have no idea how much longer it continues. It feels like an eternity.

Finally he releases your arm and pushes you off his lap onto the carpeted floor. "Dry off and get dressed. We need to take you to get styled."

You quickly grab your towel off the floor, rubbing your aching, blistered bottom with your other hand.

Ryan is standing off to the side looking very smug. You feel a little sick when you see that he's tenting his pants with an iron bar hard-on.