A spanking

Kylee did her best to pull free of the daycare attendant's grip as she was dragged through the room. However, no matter how much she pulled, wiggled, or squirmed, the Amazonian woman's grip never weakened.

"Let... Go... Of... ME!" Kylee yelled as she planted her feet firmly in an **** attempt to arrest the forward momentum of the other woman. The large woman remained unfazed.

"Do you really want to make this worse for yourself, Little Miss Angry Britches?" The woman responds, yanking Kylee by the wrist and causing her to stumble forward. "Maybe you should have used the gym more then once before you chose to pick a fight with me?"

As Kylee fought with the large, domineering woman, Michael followed quietly, noticing strange details about the room that weren't obvious from the front door. While the room was clearly decorated to be a daycare, the size of everything was off. Yes, normal sized toys for kids of all ages littered the floor, but the furniture in the room was all sized for adults. The railing on the crib in one corner had to have been 6 feet high. The crib itself has to be as large as a full size bed. Along another wall there was a changing table. It too was abnormally large. Looking at it, Michael had no questions that he would be able to easily lay on it fully. In another part of the room, clearly set up for feeding kids, there was a highchair that Michael was certain would leave his legs dangling high off the ground, despite his 6'2" height.

As Michael was taking this in, a pit started to grow in his stomach. Clearly, he and his wife had walked into a situation that was much more serious than what he initially imagined.

Michael was torn out of his contemplation by his wife's continued protests.

"You bitch! Let go of me! Let me go! I will sue you!" Kylee screamed at the woman dragging her against the floor.

"Alrighty, I guess you want to make this harder than it needs to be!" The strange woman said with tone indicating that she was going to enjoy what happened next.

The woman dragged Kylee to a large wooden chair. The woman sat down and calmly turned towards Michael, despite Kylee's continued struggles to break free of her trip.

"Young man, unless you want a bit of what is happening to your wife, I need you to sit right where you are on the floor," the woman said sternly.

Despite not wanting to, Michael complied. He was worried both about the strength the woman had demonstrated so far in detaining his wife and the suspicious furniture in the room. He did not want to make his situation worse than he had to.

Michael lowered his body to the ground, feeling the weight of his own shit pull his boxers towards the floor faster than the rest of him. With a grimace, Michael carefully lowered himself into his mess, feeling the disgusting substance squish and spread out under his weight, then turned back to the strange woman and his wife to watch what was going to happen next.

"Good boy! At least one of you knows how to take instructions! Now watch this closely, this is how I handle bratty children in my care," the woman told Michael.

Kylee, meanwhile, continued to pull at her wrist, struggling in every way possible to brake free of the Amazonian's grip.

"Michael! Don't just sit there! Help me! HELP ME!" Kylee begged Michael. Michael just sat in his mess and stared up helplessly at Kylee.

"Babe, I don't think I can. Look around. Something isn't right here," Michael told Kylee.

Kylee took that moment to stop struggling and look around the room. For the first time she took in all of the oddities in the room: the giant crib, that she could see had a padlock on the side; the changing table built for an adult, that appeared to be stocked with suspiciously large diapers; the highchair clearly built for someone much larger than a child that appeared to have leather straps attached to the legs and arms of the chair; and, finally, on the wall behind the giant woman holding her arm, a display of various paddles, wooden spoons, and other implements clearly designed to inflict corporal punishment.

"Fuck," is all Kylee could say as the realization of what was about to happen was dawning on her.

"Naughty, naughty! That's at least 10 more swats!" The woman said as she forcefully yanked Kylee's arm, forcing the smaller woman to fall, ass up, over the larger woman's ass.