Justice

The mirrors showed spankings.

Bare female bottoms raised to the sky. Bent over desks, beds, knees. Paddles and rulers and canes and riding crops and open hands coming down rhythmically, again and again, on wiggling, ****, rapidly reddening derrieres. There were no faces, only bottoms, but the pain and humiliation of the trapped, spanked girls could clearly be seen in the thrusting, frantic movements of their hips as they struggled to escape the firm, stinging blows.

All the spankings were synchronised. Each hand and cane and paddle came down at exactly the same time on each girl's upturned bottom.

And, in time with the spanking, both Susie and Bonnie squealed "OW!" and clutched their naked bottoms, feeling the stern slap of a paddle against their left buttocks. Exactly two seconds later, they yelped "OW!" again as their right buttocks suffered the same treatment.

Susie and Bonnie had to walk very, very slowly through this part of the mirror maze. They wanted to walk faster, to escape the systematic punishment of their naked bottoms, which very soon had turned a lovely shade of well-spanked crimson. But they weren't allowed to! The sulking, frustrated, humiliated girls squealed and complained and cursed whoever invented this stupid maze in the first place, but all these silly tantrums did absolutely nothing to get them out of being spanked.