Johanna deals with the consequences

It was a few days after the protest, and Johanna was going out shopping for the first time in a while. She had taken it easy since the events of the protest in order to allow herself some time to recover, but now she needed desperately to pick up some more food.

Arriving at the store, Johanna made her way down the aisles, placing items into her basket as she went. She noticed that some people were whispering near her but thought nothing of it. She had not yet realized just how far the videos of her had traveled.

Once she finished finding the food she wanted, Johanna made her way towards the checkout station. As she walked through the crowds of people, her basket collided with a man’s leg.

“Ow, fuck,” he said. “Watch where you’re going! Wait, aren’t you that bitch from the protest the other day?”

Johanna looked at the guy, who now had a more hostile look on his face. She had no idea how to respond to the man’s accusation.

“You are, aren’t you?” he continued. “I was going to let you have with a warning for running into me, but now I think you deserve some spankings. Drop your pants, now.”

Surprised by the guy’s bossiness and angry tone, Johanna quickly tried to follow his orders. She set down her basket of food and pulled down her pants and underwear. Now bottomless in the middle of the store, Johanna spun around to place her hands on the shelves behind her.

“Stick your ass out and spread your legs,” the man commanded. Johanna did as she was told, exposing her private regions even more than they already were.

The man stepped forward and delivered a hard slap to Johanna’s left buttcheek, causing it to jiggle and ripple from the impact. The man continued to pelt Johanna’s ass with spankings, leaving handprints all over her skin.

In terms of pain, Johanna had dealt with worse, but it definitely did not feel great. She grunted with each slap, her body threatening to ram into the shelving unit. Other customers stopped to watch the event before eventually returning to their shopping.

After twenty hard spankings on each cheek, the man decided it was enough. He backed off and allowed Johanna to stand up. Just as she was about to put her pants back on, a voice rose up.

“Hey, who left their basket here? I almost tripped on it!”

Johanna looked to see a middle-aged woman standing over her basket of food. She sheepishly raised her hand to the woman, indicating that she was to blame. The woman marched up to Johanna, a fierce look plastered on her face.