Slapping time

Brenda had ****. 20+ pair of eyes were staring directly at her as she leaned over. With her cheeks burning with the humiliation, she clinched her legs together, **** to preserve as much dignity as possible.

Brenda had been slapped before, both by her parents and in high school. But this time was different. She had her ass and sex bared in front of her peers, and the slaps were not administered by an authority figure. However, the biggest difference was the intent. Previous spankings had been to punish. This one, it was painfully clear, was to bring pain.

And then the first slap came. Jonathan brought his full power down on her ass, and even though it was only the first, it hurt like hell.

Jonathan spanked her as hard as he could. He only had 15 strokes, and he wanted to make every single one of them count. He pulled his arm back beyond his back and whipped his hand down as fast and hard as he could. Her ass jiggled and even on her dark skin, he could se his hand imprinted in red.

Brenda’s reaction also clearly indicated he was achieving his goal. The first slap provoked a surprised cry of pain, and over the next four, the cries turned to sobbing. He was tempted to pause for a bit and see if he could get away with giving her exposed pussy a feel. However, such risks were best left to the unsupervised spankings he would deliver further down the line. If Brenda complained to mrs. Edmond, the attending teacher, she might end the punishment right away. So Jonathan continued to land blow after heavy blow on Brenda’s ass.

The audience reacted exactly as he wanted them to. Everyone had expected some kind of show, but the raw **** on display took them all by surprise. Some of the girls turned their heads away or covered their eyes, and one guy even spoke up. “Hey dude, calm down.” Jonathan ignored them. He had a goal to achieve, and Brenda’s sobbing, the girls’ obvious disgust, and even the guys’ surprise at his brutality all served the same purpose.

13. SLAP!

14. SLAP!

15. SLAP!

Jonathan stopped. His hand stinged, and his arm was tired. But Brenda was an uncontrollable mess of sobs and whimpers, and his classmates looked at him with a mix of fear and awe. As he stepped away and looked down at Brenda’s burning red ass and her ruined skirt, one thought was in his mind.

Mission accomplished.