Rachel calls your bluff, but it wasn't one.

"Oh please you limp dick little shit! Like you have the balls to-waaa!!"

Before she could continue, you stood up while still holding her wrists, pulling her up with you. As you did you noticed her state of dress. Apparently she was so eager to get the jump on you, she hadn't changed out of her cheerleader uniform. But that wasn't the only thing you noticed, she was also wearing a assortment of bangles, ones you recognized as a set your mom has, and remembering a certain incident with them, you grin at her and hold her arms together rubbing the bangles against one another. She start struggling for a brief second as she looked at you with a raised eyebrow, you just confidently smirked at her as you let go of one of her wrists to reach up and grab a firm hand hold of her hair. As you forcefully guided her towards a bench. It was only fair after she grabbed your hair.

As you sat down on the bench you gave a chuckle as you saw Rachel struggling to untangle the bangles together. The multiple metal hoops that seemed to have almost been fused together. She was so focused on that she didn't stop you pulling her over your lap, lifting up her skirt and pulling her panties down to her knees. Oddly enough, you didn't even pull hard on them but you could've sworn you herd them tear.

"you're not going to get out of that, my mom has a set just like those. And two months ago she accidentally fell asleep with them still on. When she woke up, all the loops and dangling charms got so tangled up she needed me to help free her."

You watch calmly as she tried to free her wrists her body squirming on your lap, only stopping as you rested you hand on her bare ass. As if only now she realized the situation she was it.

"Good, I have your attention again. Now like I said, I'm going to spank you like a disobedient brat. 20 swats, 10 for each cheek. And after each one you will count it out loudly and say 'thank you Sir.' or it won't count, understood?"

The string of profanity that escaped her mouth as she renewed her struggles, was almost impressive in its alliteration. But she stopped squirming and cussing as the first smack rang out. (which was surprisingly loud considering they were still outside.)

SLAP!

Her body froze as her head slowly turned to glare at you.

"You goat fucking piece of..."

SLAP!

"Now, you didn't count, and those weren't the words I said to use. Try again."

SLAP!

"Grrrr...1....you Shit sucking AaH!"

SLAP!

"Tisk, tisk, you're only making this harder on yourself. Again."

SLAP!

This continued for a solid minute of her not responding correctly, and responding with a new slap until.

SLAP!

"1....Thank you....Sir."

You couldn't help a satisfied smile at this as you started rubbing the now red cheek.

"Good girl. Now next one."

SLAP!

"Oo?....2-2, Thank you Sir."

You rewarded this with another rub and a 'good girl'.

SLAP!

"3! Mmm, Thankyou Sir."

On the 6th slap you noticed her squirming again but you also noticed your pants leg under her crotch was getting wet.

SLAP!

"7, Thank you Sir, mmmm."

After quick cheek rub your hand glides down and gently strokes her wet pussy lips, you hear her gasp as her back arches a little and the sudden pleasure.

"Such a good girl."

After that you continued to rub her pussy after each slap even finding and giving her clit a small pinch on slap 9, at 13 she was actively grinding her pussy into your hand. At 15 you could hear her moaning at a fevered pitch she was about to cum so you moved your hand away.

"Nnooo, more, please more Sir."

With your wet hand you started petting her hair.

"But you were being such a good girl, I'm willing to stop at 15 smacks of your hot ass, and let you go."

You don't know we're all this confidents was coming from, but the look on her face showed she knew that if I stopped she wouldn't cum, but she could leave with what little dignity she had left. This thought enforced thanks to you and no doubt her remembering you have an audience.... an audience with their smartphones out.