Yes

There is already a crowd gathered around the spanking bench waiting to see who will get spanked today. Janet carves a path through the onlookers and you follow meekly behind her.

Onstage, you comply with Janet's instructions. Laying across the bench and letting her strap you in place. When Janet picks up a wooden paddle that you previously hadn't seen, you know you are going to be sore for days. Too late to back out now though.

"Count them," Janet orders as she brings the paddle down on your ass for the first strike.

The smack echoes through the room as it lands on your backside. "One," You cry out wincing at the sting, knowing that this is just the beginning.

The paddle comes down again.

"Two."

Janet isn't going easy on you.

Again.

"Three," you gasp, each swat feels like a burning sensation across your skin.

Smack.

"Four."

How many is she going to give you? you wonder.

Smack.

"Five."

"Look at how wet that dumb cunt is!" You hear someone in the crowd laugh.

Smack.

"Six."

"What a fucking whore." Someone else in the crowd. "I bet she messed up on purpose."

Smack.

"Seven."

You're crying openly now, but the people in the crowd are right about one thing. You are very, very wet.

Smack.

"Eight."

You're sure your thighs and ass must be blistered and covered in welts by now, but Janet reigns down two more blows in quick succession. Smack. Smack.

"Nine, ten."

"I'd call you a good girl," Janet tells you as she releases you, "But with how much slick is running down your legs, it's clear that you're really just a dirty cunt, aren't you."

“Yes, ma’am,” you quietly agree with her. What else can you do? It’s true after all. “Thank you for punishing me.”

Janet snorts, “At least you know your place.”