Thigh Slapping

The woman approached the bottomless Johanna, whose face was beginning to redden with embarrassment, not as much from the punishment but because her basket had caused inconveniences for other shoppers. Johanna was not a tall girl, and this woman towered over her. She could feel the woman’s disapproving eyes glare down at her.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” Johanna said. “I did not even realize that my basket might be in the way.”

“Well, maybe you should think more about other people instead of just yourself,” said the woman. “If you did, maybe you wouldn’t be punished in the middle of a grocery store.”

Johanna thought that was an unfair comment. This woman had not even been around when the punishment had started so she did not know why Johanna was even being punished in the first place. Still, Johanna knew that it was not her place to correct the woman. She just bowed her head and nodded in agreement.

“I think some additional discipline might help you behave more respectfully,” continued the woman. “Since you just got your butt spanked, how about we go with another part of your body. Lean against the shelves while facing me.”

Johanna rushed to get into position. She put her back against the shelves and squatted down slightly, almost like she was sitting in a chair. The shelves dug into her back and butt, which was more than a little uncomfortable given that she had just been spanked.

“Speed your legs,” the woman commanded. She removed her belt from her waist and doubled it over, holding the ends so the belt made a thick loop. Johanna moved her legs further apart, exposing her pussy and thighs.

The woman stepped forward while casually swinging the belt around. Johanna watched it intently, knowing it would soon smack against her sensitive skin. Arcing her arm, the woman brought the belt down on the inner thigh of Johanna’s right leg.

Johanna groaned in pain, shaking while trying to maintain her position. She had done wall-sits before, but never while enduring a punishment like this. She knew, however, that it would be unacceptable for her to move while being disciplined.

The next slap landed on Johanna’s left thigh. A pink stripe formed where it hit, causing Johanna to let out another moan of pain.

As the punishment continued, Johanna could feel her legs start to give out. The woman seemed no closer to stopping than she did before, still swinging with heavy strokes, alternating between the left and right thighs.

Johanna’s face was caked with tears that had begun to flow uncontrollably, and her voice was hoarse from the cries of pain that she had been letting out. Still, the spankings continued.

Ten … Eleven … Twelve …

She had quickly lost count of how many strokes there had been, but she knew her body would give out soon if the punishment did not end.