The Last Bastion

Nathan looked guiltily down at Emily's bottom, now bright red from the thorough spanking he'd given her. He really shouldn't have done that. It was morally wrong to spank girls' bottoms, no matter how much they deserved it. And no matter how helpless they were. And no matter how much fun it was to hear them squeal through the wall.

Still, it was done. He couldn't undo it. Emily was spanked, and spanked she would remain.

Of course, he could walk away now. He didn't have to do the last thing he was going to do. He could leave poor Emily alone in the kissing booth, well-spanked and humbled, but with the last bastion of her dignity intact.

He could.

But he'd come so far now. He'd already groped and spanked her bottom. It seemed a shame to leave now, with the grand finale in such easy reach.

And he really wanted to.

And nobody would ever be able to find out.

And the room was filled with the scent of Emily's excitement. Nathan hesitated for a moment. Then, coming to a decision, he reached out and gently stroked her between the legs.

The reaction was immediate. He felt Emily's whole body quiver with pleasure, her legs clenching around her hand as she struggled to resist the sensations coursing through her. He gripped her tightly, feeling her pubic hairs brush against his palm, gently tracing his middle finger in circles around her clit.

She was soaking wet. Nathan wasn't an expert, but he'd never felt a wetter pussy in his entire life.

She actually liked it!

The little... no, no, he wasn't going to use that word. That very degrading, disrespectful word for women who liked to be tied up in public, fondled and spanked. He would never use that word about anyone.

But, he had to admit, if anyone had ever been... that word, it was Emily. And she'd seemed so innocent, too! Still, you never knew with women.

She needed to be taught a lesson, he thought. For making fun of his red clown nose. And for being a little... well, anyway.

Slowly, he began to unbutton his clown pants.