Spank Her

Imogen struggled to get away from the counter. She managed to kick her legs enough to almost slide off and back into Alma's clutches. But Alma growled and seized the back of her shorts, using the leverage to power her back up onto the counter again. Imogen felt the shorts tighten as they were pulled up further from the back. She winced, knowing even more of the outline of her ass cheeks beneath would now be on show.

"Where do you think you're going?" Alma tightened her fingers on the black denim to prevent her enemy from making any last-ditch escapes. "Now, let's see."

Alma ran her palm across the top of Imogen's left ass cheek. She pulled away before letting loose with a wicked slap. Her hand collided with Imogen's ass like the crack of a whip. The sound echoed through the room as Imogen yelped in shock and pain.

That was the sound Alma wanted to hear from her enemy. She reeled back her palm and slammed it into the ass cheek again. Another crack and Alma felt the sting go through her own hand as she watched the impact ripple through the dancer's ass.

Alma didn't wait to let it sink in. She threw another slap, and it collided with that left ass cheek. "You like that?"

"Aah, no." Imogen felt the sting of a tear in her eye. "Stop."

Alma used Imogen's begging to switch sides to expose the right ass cheek. She figured she still had time to give it the same treatment before the buzzer sounded. She'd never had so much fun. She'd never imagined having the opportunity to spank Imogen like the bitch she was.

Once again, Alma ran her palm over the top of the girl's jean shorts. Another gunshot went off, echoing around the room. Imogen screamed again as her right ass cheek felt the wrath of Alma.

"Let me go." Imogen bucked and struggled, but it was no use. "Please."

Alma ignored her pleading and continued to spank, slow, methodical, but never holding anything back. She wanted Imogen to feel the humiliation setting in. Not only would she make her cum she would break her too. Imogen would never even look her in the eye again after this.

The redhead glanced back at the little clock sitting on a corner shelf. Just seconds to go. Her fun was over for now. This time Alma took Imogen by the legs and threw her over the other side. Imogen landed on the kitchen tiles on the other side in a heap.

The buzzer went off, ending Imogen's torment at last.