Only with humiliation

The older woman gives no sign of having noticed the younger's accident until after she's finished thrashing her tits black and blue. It's only then, when she tells the man he can release his sobbing prisoner (with a warning to her not to try soothing her blistered bust) that she remarks on the stain permeating the absorbent cotton denim of her jeans.

"You can't wear those like that. Take them off. Underwear, too."

With a sigh of acceptance, the weeping blonde obeys, opening the waistband and lowering them to her ankles, revealing a strangely childlike pair of teddy-bear patterned white briefs. She starts to blush, even before exposing the neat strip of flaxen hair partially concealing her lower lips. It occurs to you that the underwear might not be her own choice, maybe part of a less invasive punishment awarded previously. You will probably never know.

When she bends down to take off her shoes, she suddenly yells out in agony as her heavy boobs swing forward, causing unexpected sensations. A ripple of laughter runs through the spectators, but the girl grits her teeth and finishes her task, pulling her feet out of her shoes without unlacing them and slipping out of her clothes. She stands up (this time prepared for the pain from the shifting of her breasts), picks up the unneeded garments and starts to fold the jeans whilst wriggling her feet back into her shoes. However, your temporary disciplinarian interrupts, taking the knickers off her with an exaggerated moue of disgust on her face, using them to mop up the last few drops of pee on her thigh and then ordering her to open her mouth.

Resignedly, the teenager does as she's told, no doubt expecting what comes next, as the sopping undies are stuffed inside, the crotch against her tongue. She closes her mouth, retching slightly at the taste, but otherwise declining to show any distress at this new humiliation.

"Would you like to borrow my strap?" The older woman holds it out to you, but you don't think it's fair to whip the girl who collided with you when she only used her hand on you, so you politely decline. She doesn't seem to mind and slips it back into her bag, while the jeans disappear into their owner's now overfull rucksack. Said owner then crosses her arms behind her back without prompting. You think you see gratitude in her teary eyes when you position your palm rather than a more vicious implement against her aching nipple, although you intend to slap her as hard as you can.

Rapid, well-aimed smacks like the ones she gave you are not as easy as she made them seem and your own attempt is but a poor imitation, but due to the heavy whipping she's already taken, you still leave her bawling, only the damp cotton in her mouth muffling her screams. You try not to show that your palm is also smarting from the ten swats.

"I think I ought to accompany this young lady wherever it is she was off to in such a hurry, to explain why she's late," the woman with the strap chats to you amiably, as though she hadn't just beaten your own boobies nearly as harshly as those of the girl under discussion. "Would you like to join us? I expect she'll be getting another spanking for tardiness."

Although the blonde brought it on herself, you feel a little sorry for her, but as it happens, you're unable to attend anyway, as you're due elsewhere.

"I'm sorry, I have to complete another punishment and I don't want to be late." Although even as you say it, you realize it may already be too late for that.

The same thought seems to have struck your chastiser, because she offers to call your absent disciplinarian and explain the situation. Given what she said about explaining to whomever was awaiting the teenager and the expectation that it would lead to another spanking, you're more than a little concerned that she intends to get you in even greater trouble, but you don't want to risk offending her, so you meekly pull up the number of the coffee shop on your smartphone.

You needn't have worried, as your new champion makes it sound like you were the innocent victim of a malicious attempt to make you miss your appointment. After a brief conversation of which you hear only half (and during which you notice your fellow naked spankee shifting from foot to foot in impatience to be on her way, but unwilling to leave alone, knowing that your spanker has expressed an intention to accompany her), she announces that you're not needed today, since another group is helping out in your stead, adding that apparently your clothes have already been forwarded to your office. You nod, already knowing about this, but before you can thank her for her assistance and support, she turns to the blonde and asks her name.

"…Chloe Johnson, ma'am." She takes the knickers out of her mouth to replay, then glumly replaces them immediately after.

"Her name is Chloe Johnson…yes, I'll tell her…yes, you too, goodbye." She hangs up with a smile and tells you that the coffee shop owner has decided that the girl who delayed you should take your place tomorrow to make up for the trouble she caused. You do feel bad about that, but you're not disappointed to avoid a messy and tiring job. It also means you have some time free tonight, so you could stick around if you wanted.