You ignore what she said and fuck her anyway

You kneel between the teenager's thighs and line your spit-slick prick up with her virgin cunt. You slide in without a second thought, meeting only fleeting resistance before you tear through the barrier of her innocence and flop forward on top of her, digging your fingers deep into the sensitive flesh of her round tits and using them as leverage to help you thrust as deeply as possible. The girl has turned her head to the side opposite the crowd and has her eyes screwed shut, so you tell her to look at you during the tip.

She obeys immediately and the shame and suffering you imagine you see in her tearful eyes is almost enough to push you over the edge right then and there, but you're pleased you held back when she desperately wraps her arms and legs around you, fear of failing to please you outweighing her revulsion and distress. For her first time, she's doing surprisingly well, grinding against you as you pound her heartlessly and imparting the most delightful and intense sensations.

You hear some of the spectators making unkind comments about her feigned enthusiasm, ignoring the fact that she's been **** into the indecent performance by the tipping rule. The sheer unfairness spurs you to greater passion and soon you're grunting into the brunette beauty's face, the incomparable ecstasy of climax flooding through your body.

You slump down on top of her, knocking the air from her lungs and by the time you've recovered, she's positively gasping for breath. The old man holding onto the blonde schoolgirl must have decided the show's over, because he tells her that it's her turn now—and if she causes as much fuss as her friend, she can expect twice the penalties.

The other onlookers have a new target for their entertainment and you have a little more privacy than expected when you ease yourself up and slide out of your unhappy partner, looking with distaste at your soiled member. A few seconds in her mouth is all it takes to get you squeaky clean once more and you put your clothes back in order while she thanks you sorrowfully but profusely for giving her the opportunity to satisfy you.

Having participated in the maintenance spanking of a veritable goddess, the prospect of watching another man perform one is not as exciting for you as for the others present, so you decide to move on and leave the girl to put her aching body back into her clothes in her own time.

You're not the only one on the way out. Several of the shoppers and staff also decide that one spanking is enough for them or they have somewhere else they need to be. The young woman who answered the curious bloke's question earlier is just in front of you, the man you presume to be her husband speaking loudly enough for you to overhear him promising her an equally harsh thrashing when he gets her home. You smile when she thanks him, as if it's the most normal thing in the world—which it is now, of course, thanks to you.

Taking stock of your surroundings and deciding where to go next while the slap of the paddle and yelps of its recipient echo from some way behind, you suddenly realize that you never found out the name of the girl you so shockingly disciplined and violated, nor she, yours. For some reason, it excites you that she will never know the identity of the stranger who deflowered, humiliated and tormented her in public when she was just eighteen years old. You start to hum a happy tune as you set out on the next stage of your journey.