"How about a good spanking"

Evellyn takes on a sultry tone of voice, a satire of Vanessa's, "I think she's been a naughty girl who needs to get spanked"

"Say no more, ma'm" you reply, and in a split second you have Vanessa over your lap on the booth's bench, lacy panties pulled way down over the curvature of her ass, hand raised ready to strike.

Vanessa roars in protest, her confidence quickly collapsing, "Wha- wait, you can't do this to me! I'm warning you! Fireball! Lightningbolt! Disintegrate! Damnit!"

> Smack! <

The palm of your hand comes down on her buttocks - they're admirably firm indeed - and Vanessa's objections are cut short by a yelp.

> Smack! <
> Whack! <

Your hand comes down with ever greater rapidity, eliciting increasingly violent squeels as you see Vanessa dig her hands into the fabric of the bench. Her ass is starting to turn red. Evellyn meanwhile watches with a satisfied grin from the other side of the table as she puts her clothes back on. You stop for a moment, giving Vanessa a momentary reprieve.

"Would you like a go?" You offer Evellyn.

"Sure, I'll add a slap", she flashes a wicked grin, stepping up and delivering a mighty smack with the flat of her hand that sends Vanessa's whole body jolting. "Not so fun when the tables are turned, isn't it 'Ness?"

Before Vanessa can recover any composure for a witty retort, you resume the spanking.