Peggy's embarrassing oration

The Greenvalley crowd cheered as Mayor Betty, smiling, brought a chair up onto the stage. Peggy watched in trepidation, heart pounding, hands by her sides, wanting to cover up but somehow completely unable to move her arms in front of her full breasts, trembling thighs, golden pubic curls and pink pussy lips.

"You might be asking," she said, into the microphone, blue eyes wide with anticipation, cheeks burning, red lips parted, stumbling over the humiliating words, "why my pussy is so wet."

The crowd murmured its approval. They could all clearly see that Peggy's pussy was very wet, and they'd been wondering about why.

"It's because all us Pinkwhistle girls," explained Peggy, quite unable to hold back the confession, which after all had a little bit of truth to it, "are naughty little sluts. We go around all day long with wet pussies, secretly hoping that some big strong man from Greenvalley will come over and take his prisoner. See, we know in our hearts that people from Greenvalley are way smarter and cooler and better in every way than us silly little girls from Pinkwhistle."

A ripple of applause ran through the crowd, who approved in every way of this message. Peggy saw two boys from Greenvalley High School in the front row laugh and high-five each other, while Samantha Suzuki smirked and a reporter from the Greenvalley Herald snapped away busily with her camera.

Betty patted her knee. Peggy took a deep breath, steeled herself for the coming ordeal, and lay down over the lap of her rival mayor. She utterly despised Betty, and had done for years. The two were arch-enemies, always at each other's throats. Peggy couldn't think of a single person in the entire world who annoyed her more. Except Doc Topper, possibly.

"Betty," she said, loudly enough for everyone to hear, "I'm a naughty, stupid little girl and I deserve to be your toy. Can you please give me a really hard spanking in front of everyone?"

"With pleasure," said Betty, and brought her hand down as hard as she could on Peggy's upturned, peachy backside. Peggy gasped and squealed, wriggling helplessly in Betty's iron grip, quite unable to escape the torrent of merciless, stinging blows.

"More, please," she gasped, backside rapidly pinkening, pussy lips clearly visible between her squirming thighs. "Thank you, Miss Betty, for putting me in my place! Pinkwhistle sucks!"