Spank Rachel!

With a glare, you gesture at the bed and she sighs and bends over it, lowering her shorts to reveal a blue pair of lacy high-cut briefs. You walk over and rest one knee beside her, with your hand in the small of her back. She straightens her legs and arches her bottom, as if she's practiced the manoeuvre. Your first spank lands square in the middle of her largish bottom, and is quickly followed by more. At first she tries to remain stoic, but she quickly starts trying to justify herself.

SMACK! - "*Sniff* I'm scared of her too you know"

SMACK! - "No one stands up to her! You're not - "

SMACK! - "OW! She keeps getting away with stuff! I - "

SMACK! - "Aheahhh, She threatened to - "

SMACK! - "Ahuh, Ahuh, I'm *hick* sorry.."

SMACK! - "AAAhuhuhuh, I want to stand up-"

SMACK! - "Waaah, to her, I-"

SMACK! - "AAAh, I *hic* really dohoohoohoo..."

And with that, Rachel dissolves into ugly tears, the pillow she hugs covered in her snot, tears and mascara. It's a long session, clearly her first in a while, and she's utterly exhausted by the time you finish, promising she'll be stronger in the future but not looking up from her bed, the sheen of moisture on her satiny briefs speaking to a spanking she'll be revisiting in her imagination for some time to come.