Waverly's not going anywhere

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Waverly bit her lip, but still whimpered as the demon in Nicole kept going. God, she couldn't imagine anything more embarrassing than this. Her face reddened and she looked out at the station full of officers watching her naked body.

Smack! Smack!

Then there was a moment of relief for her sore behind as Nicole stopped, resting her hand gently on the warm cheeks.

"Alright, who wants to go next?" 'Nicole' said.

"What?!" Waverly yelped.

"Told you babe, I wanted a bit of payback," Nicole said. "And my hand's getting tired. Could do with someone taking over."

Waverly opened her mouth to protest, and yelped as another, strange, coarser hand came down.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Hastily she closed her mouth again, trying to quieten her wails as her spanking resumed, this time by some other cop's hand. And after a few more seconds, someone else took over. She kicked the empty air uselessly. After several more minutes, she felt someone else's hand, two hands, coming down on her bare butt.

Waverly didn't turn around. Of all things, it was easier if she imagined Nicole was the one still spanking her, if she tried not to think about the whole station taking a turn. Nicole, at least, was special. At least she tried to only imagine the women.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

It must have been an aching hour before it came to a stop. Waverly bit back a sob, both sets of cheeks blazing red, and Nicole gave an appreciative squeeze.

"Looking good," demon Nicole said. "Though I think this probably counts as indecent exposure, don't you?"

Waverly managed a squeak. The air tingled against her extra-sensitive skin, the spanking making her particularly aware of just how exposed her whole body was. She squirmed against Nicole's clothed lap, then squealed as Nicole stood up.

"Am I right?" Nicole said to the station at large. "Where's the holding cell? Somewhere nice and open. Let her reflect on what a bad girl she must have been."

Waverly stumbled, barely able to take a step, and nonetheless ended up in the wide-barred cell to the side of the station. It looked out onto the whole work area, dozens of officers, most of which who'd had a turn spanking her, now still able to look at her naked body.

Waverly yelped, running into the door as it closed, then withdrawing her arms to at least cover her breasts, and eventually her slick core. So long as she didn't turn around... displaying her bright red butt now seemed extra humiliating.

"Don't know what kind of lover's tiff inspired this," some cop said to Nicole. "But we appreciate it."

The demon grinned. "Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet."