Castelia City

Hilda stepped off the train, her black ankle boots clicking against the platform as she stretched her slender frame. The long journey had left her a bit weary, but the bustling energy of Castelia City was invigorating. She adjusted her pink messenger bag over her shoulder and made her way through the crowded station.

As she made her way through the bustling streets, the towering skyscrapers gave way to the serene greenery of Castelia Park. The sounds of the city faded into the gentle rustle of leaves and the chirping of Pidove. Hilda found a quiet bench near a small pond, where she sat down and took a deep breath, letting the cool breeze refresh her. She pulled out a bottle of water from her messenger bag and took a sip, her eyes scanning the peaceful surroundings.

As Hilda sat there, a woman in a elegant pink dress walked by, her presence striking. Her name was Elizandra, and there was a noticeable madness in her eyes. She approached Hilda with a graceful yet unsettling stride, her movements capturing the attention of everyone nearby. The atmosphere around them shifted slightly as she drew closer, her gaze fixed intently on Hilda. The peacefulness of the park seemed to fade into the background as Elizandra's presence dominated the scene, leaving Hilda with a sense of unease and curiosity.

Elizandra's gaze lingered on Hilda, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the younger woman's attire. "That outfit," she began, her voice smooth yet laced with an undercurrent of disdain, "is it really appropriate for a place like this?" She tilted her head, her expression a mix of curiosity and criticism. Hilda felt a surge of unease, her fingers instinctively tightening around the strap of her messenger bag. The peacefulness of the park seemed to thin as Elizandra's words hung in the air, leaving Hilda wondering if she had overstepped some unseen boundary.

Hilda cleared her throat, trying to maintain her composure. "I'm not sure what you mean," she replied, her voice wavering slightly. "This is just what I wear when I travel." Elizandra's eyes narrowed further, her gaze boring into Hilda. "Traveling?" she repeated, a sly smile spreading across her face. "I see. Well, perhaps we can help each other then."

Before Hilda could react, Elizandra reached out and took hold of her wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. Hilda gasped, her heart racing as Elizandra pulled her closer.

With a swift movement, Elizandra reached up and undid the clasp of Hilda's black waistcoat, revealing her white tank top underneath. She pulled it off, tossing it aside casually. Hilda's breasts were now exposed to the cool air of the park, her nipples hardening from the sudden chill.

"If you go dressed like that, I have to punish you," Elizandra said, her voice low and seductive as she traced a finger along Hilda's exposed skin. Hilda's cheeks flushed with a combination of embarrassment and arousal, her breath quickening as Elizandra's touch sent shivers down her spine. "P-punish me?" she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. Elizandra nodded, her eyes darkening with desire as she leaned in closer. "Yes, punish you," she whispered, her lips brushing against Hilda's ear. "I've been watching you for some time now, Hilda. I must say, your outfit leaves little to the imagination."

Without another word, Elizandra reached down and tugged at Hilda's denim shorts with white tear details on them. The fabric gave way easily, sliding down Hilda's legs to reveal her black ankle boots and a pair of red and black panties. Hilda gasped as the cool air hit her exposed skin, her heart racing in both fear and excitement. Elizandra's eyes lingered on Hilda's exposed panties for a moment before she reached out and grabbed them as well, pulling them down to Hilda's knees.

Elizandra's eyes darkened with desire as she took in the sight of Hilda's naked lower half. She stood up and grabbed Hilda's hand, leading her towards a nearby bench. Hilda's legs trembled as she followed, her heart pounding in her chest. As they reached the bench, Elizandra sat down, pulling Hilda over her lap. Hilda gasped as she felt the cold metal of the bench against her bare skin, her thighs trembling. Elizandra's hands gripped her hips firmly as she pulled Hilda closer, her lips brushing against Hilda's ear. "You're so beautiful, Hilda," she whispered, her breath hot against Hilda's skin.

Without further hesitation, Elizandra began to spank Hilda's ass, her hand coming down hard on the plump cheeks. Hilda let out a sharp cry, her body tensing as the pain shot through her. The cool air of the park mixed with the warmth of Elizandra's touch, sending shivers down Hilda's spine. Each spank echoed through the park, drawing the attention of those who were nearby. Hilda's face turned redder with each passing second, her ass stinging from the punishment.

Elizandra continued to spank Hilda's ass, her pace quickening as she lost herself in the sensation.