Did Amy cry?

Yes, Amy cried

"I see tears," you tell your date, not without some pleasure. Having failed the test, Amy abandons any attempt at self-control and begins to sob openly. Julia tuts in apparent disappointment and prepares to apply the paddle once more, this time to the top of the teenager's thigh, above the previous target area.

Ten more swats are applied vigorously and Amy's sensual mouth opens in a silent scream, her fingers digging into the flesh of her calf in a **** effort to remain in position. Julia waits for a moment while the punished waitress collects herself, gasping for breath, then she instructs her to turn around and change legs.

The view from the back is much less entertaining for you, but watching your colleague give twenty hard slaps to the beautiful brunette's right inner thigh is still theatre of the highest quality. When Amy is once more standing on two feet, shoulders heaving as she bawls out her thanks and begs to pay for her chastiser's meal, you see that the spanking has had a significant effect upon her youthful flesh.

Although the intensity of her sun-bronzing means you can't see any bruises or reddening of skin, her thighs have clearly swelled and where there used to be a triangle of space between the young girl's legs, now the spanked thews meet in the middle, undoubtedly destined to cause further suffering as they brush together when their owner walks. Still weeping, your waitress diligently pours the wine for you to taste and asks whether you are ready to order.

Julia chooses a salad, as she is watching her figure, but you order something more substantial, since you have built up quite an appetite, watching your colleague discipline the trim brunette.