Spank The Slut

You grab Alison's wrist and man-handle her back over to the couch.

“What are you doing?” she cries, struggling ineffectively.

“Giving you what you deserve,” you reply through gritted teeth. You bend her over the couch and pull one of her arms around, gripping her wrist and pressing it against the small of her back. Alison's butt is already peeking out from the hem of her dress, which you tug right up to her waist. Then you pull those problematic pink slutty panties down her thighs to her knees and leave them there.

“Please don’t, John” whimpers Alison. “I’m sorry…”

“You’ll be sorry,” you reply cruelly. You squeeze each of Alison's glorious naked buttocks roughly before delivering a series of stinging spanks to her quivering flesh.

“Oh God, no!” cries Alison, tears streaming down her face. Ignoring her pleas you keep spanking her and don’t let up until her ass is glowing red.

Alison has long since stopped fighting back. Now she’s just passively bent over and sobbing quietly, her punished bottom stuck in the air.

Your anger is spent. You gently stroke her butt to calm her down. Then, out of curiosity, you slip your finger between her legs and along her pussy slit. You are surprised to find that she is dripping wet down there.