She disobeyed me.
So I held out my hand, which gracefully she took, bent her over my knee, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and spanked.
She was normally such a good girl – a cautious, careful girl, never wanting public attention on herself. Yet here she was, without anxiety, receiving a public spanking. Only one person inhabited her mind.
She had made her decision.
The spanking finished. I didn’t force or demand as many would; I simply opened her eyes to truth.
As orgasm ripped and ravaged across her wanton form, she freely gave her submission.
