Johanna has chosen another public spanking

On their way, Maryam buttonholes a waiter who provides her with one of the bottles you saw earlier. You were right to suspect it contained lubricant, as she squeezes a generous blob onto her date's outstretched hands when they arrive back at their table. Johanna immediately applies it to her chair's jutting penetrator while Maryam returns the bottle and then the younger woman resumes her seat, only slightly more easily than the first time. You're pleased to note that her bumhole seems to have recovered its usual tightness in just the few minutes she was away, so the hot seats (as they seem to be called) don't appear to be damaging their users. Causing pain and discomfort, certainly, but no actual damage.

Once Johanna is fully impaled again, her companion moves the placard proclaiming her nudity punishment around behind her and takes a firm grip on her ponytail. Lifting the restaurant paddle, she presses its unyielding plastic surface against Johanna's erect right nipple and then begins to spank her little titties with the same quick, hard smacks that she used earlier upon her bottom and thighs.

With considerable willpower, the Asian teenager is keeping her hands palm-up in her lap and restraining her squeals and mewls to a minimum. Her posture is helped by the stiff prong in her backside and Maryam's hold on her hair, but she's already starting to tear up and the spanking isn't going to get any easier to bear.

The flimsy rectangle dances over her jiggling boobies, redness already giving way to deep maroon. As sniffles turn into heaving sobs, the paddle starts to blister the delicate flesh, but the Arabic academic simply continues to target the least abraded areas of skin without hesitation or respite. It's not long before both breasts have been spanked raw and the open-mouthed grimace of sheer agony demonstrates the relentless anguish being inflicted with systematic precision. The layers of bruising are starting to swell up and it occurs to you that Johanna might end up with temporary D cups at this rate.

As the nineteen year old starts to shake uncontrollably and her wails increase in volume, Maryam pulls her head back and stares deep into her eyes. Johanna instantly calms and it takes just a few seconds for her to quieten and regain control of her trembling limbs, whereupon the spanking resumes at a slower, but harder cadence, sending shockwaves through her quivering flesh. Johanna's lips are moving and you realize she's counting, although too far away for you to hear the whispered words.

Ten echoing cracks to each blistered bosom and the ordeal is over, but when Maryam releases her hair and puts the paddle back in its place, the punished student finally breaks down, weeping so hard that she's scarcely able to breathe through the wracking sobs. This time, there's no round of applause, but a warm murmur of appreciation runs through the room for a job well done.

The waiter has the tact to wait a few moments before bringing the desserts and you realize your own coffees have almost gone cold, so intent have you been on the spectacle before you.

"Well!" You turn back to your date to find her flushed and panting slightly. "That was quite something, wasn't it?"

You can hardly disagree. If you had any doubts that women could be effective disciplinarians, here is the proof. Of course, that doesn't mean you're going to change your rules straight away. You still think men need to be ultimately in charge of female discipline and the current situation seems to be working perfectly well, so you'll just have to play it by ear.

For now, though, you have an extremely horny date to deal with, not to mention your own carnal needs.