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nice park bench sitting next to the fence, and he headed for it.
“Let go of me! I’m tired of this stupid age-play game. I demand to speak to the American Embassy in Prague, do you hear me? I have rights, I’m an American citizen.”
Viktor sat and over his lap went Jessica.
Smack! A hard right hand impacted her small bottom. And thus the pattern was set for the next several minutes: Viktor spanked, Jessica squirmed and complained, and the sounds of their little duet echoed throughout the area. Jessica didn’t know what was worse—the spanking or that it was out in public, and a small crowd was starting to form around them. Jessica went from complaints and demands to apologies and explanations, and finally to begging and pleading.
“All right, little girl, I want you to say who you are and where you’re from, right here in front of everyone,” Viktor ordered, not letting up for a second.
“I’m… I’m Anya Holstein, ouch! I’m eighteen, and, ow, I’m from Russia,” Jessica choked out between yelps.
Viktor stopped, but did not release her. “Very good. That was your first punishment, Anya.”
She shuddered. “F-f-first?”
“This first spanking over your skirt was for running away,” he explained, and then flipped her tiny skirt up. “The second is for lying about your parents staying here!”
Jessica gasped, both at the prospect of getting another spanking and that her little white cotton panty-clad bottom was on display to everyone.
“Nooo, not more,” she wailed. “Please, mercy!”
Smack! Viktor’s hand resumed spanking her already sore ass. Jessica bucked and heaved as hard as she could, trying to wiggle out of range, but Viktor was far too big and strong to escape. Wave upon wave of pain rippled through her poor behind, and she wailed, even as she threw back her hands to block. It was a pointless gesture; he deftly pinned her hands behind her back, and barely missed a beat in the spanking.
“Are you ever going to tell lies about your parents again?” he scolded.
“Owwiieeee! Noooo, never, never lieee againnn,” Jessica howled.
If she had been capable of rational thought at that moment, Jessica would have found it a touch ironic that she had essentially just promised to do exactly that: lie.
Then came the next pause, and Jessica gasped as she felt something ominous swirl across her blazing backside: a paddle! She swallowed hard. Oh, God, I’m going to die, right here, right now, I’m going to be beaten to death.
“And now, Anya, you get the final punishment, this is for your big lie: that American story again.”
“No, pleaseeeee, I can’t take more,” she begged.
Whack! The paddle landed. Jessica screamed and tried to break free. She kicked her legs, for all of about four seconds; Viktor easily clamped her tiny legs between his muscular thighs. After that, she was pretty much helpless, and soon the tears flowed freely. It wasn’t long before she lay broken across Viktor’s lap, simply bawling at the top of her lungs; she wasn’t even aware that the paddling had ended for a good five minutes.
“All right, Anya, it’s all over, and I hope this is the last time you ever earn such a punishment,” he said, releasing her.
Slowly, painfully, Jessica lifted herself to her feet. She would never sit again, of that she was certain. Her ass was throbbing about four times faster than her heart, and she couldn’t even think about rubbing. She stood there, just sobbing, trying to get herself and her emotions under control.
Viktor wrapped his arms about her and eased her onto his lap, careful to position her so her blazing backside didn’t take any weight. He lightly stroked her hair and rocked her, whispering words of comfort that actually seemed to help her calm down.
“Sorry, so sorry,” she choked out between sobs.
“Now, Anya, I want you to know how lucky you are. By all rights, you should get a fourth punishment: for the terrible things you said to Sergio, and
“Let go of me! I’m tired of this stupid age-play game. I demand to speak to the American Embassy in Prague, do you hear me? I have rights, I’m an American citizen.”
Viktor sat and over his lap went Jessica.
Smack! A hard right hand impacted her small bottom. And thus the pattern was set for the next several minutes: Viktor spanked, Jessica squirmed and complained, and the sounds of their little duet echoed throughout the area. Jessica didn’t know what was worse—the spanking or that it was out in public, and a small crowd was starting to form around them. Jessica went from complaints and demands to apologies and explanations, and finally to begging and pleading.
“All right, little girl, I want you to say who you are and where you’re from, right here in front of everyone,” Viktor ordered, not letting up for a second.
“I’m… I’m Anya Holstein, ouch! I’m eighteen, and, ow, I’m from Russia,” Jessica choked out between yelps.
Viktor stopped, but did not release her. “Very good. That was your first punishment, Anya.”
She shuddered. “F-f-first?”
“This first spanking over your skirt was for running away,” he explained, and then flipped her tiny skirt up. “The second is for lying about your parents staying here!”
Jessica gasped, both at the prospect of getting another spanking and that her little white cotton panty-clad bottom was on display to everyone.
“Nooo, not more,” she wailed. “Please, mercy!”
Smack! Viktor’s hand resumed spanking her already sore ass. Jessica bucked and heaved as hard as she could, trying to wiggle out of range, but Viktor was far too big and strong to escape. Wave upon wave of pain rippled through her poor behind, and she wailed, even as she threw back her hands to block. It was a pointless gesture; he deftly pinned her hands behind her back, and barely missed a beat in the spanking.
“Are you ever going to tell lies about your parents again?” he scolded.
“Owwiieeee! Noooo, never, never lieee againnn,” Jessica howled.
If she had been capable of rational thought at that moment, Jessica would have found it a touch ironic that she had essentially just promised to do exactly that: lie.
Then came the next pause, and Jessica gasped as she felt something ominous swirl across her blazing backside: a paddle! She swallowed hard. Oh, God, I’m going to die, right here, right now, I’m going to be beaten to death.
“And now, Anya, you get the final punishment, this is for your big lie: that American story again.”
“No, pleaseeeee, I can’t take more,” she begged.
Whack! The paddle landed. Jessica screamed and tried to break free. She kicked her legs, for all of about four seconds; Viktor easily clamped her tiny legs between his muscular thighs. After that, she was pretty much helpless, and soon the tears flowed freely. It wasn’t long before she lay broken across Viktor’s lap, simply bawling at the top of her lungs; she wasn’t even aware that the paddling had ended for a good five minutes.
“All right, Anya, it’s all over, and I hope this is the last time you ever earn such a punishment,” he said, releasing her.
Slowly, painfully, Jessica lifted herself to her feet. She would never sit again, of that she was certain. Her ass was throbbing about four times faster than her heart, and she couldn’t even think about rubbing. She stood there, just sobbing, trying to get herself and her emotions under control.
Viktor wrapped his arms about her and eased her onto his lap, careful to position her so her blazing backside didn’t take any weight. He lightly stroked her hair and rocked her, whispering words of comfort that actually seemed to help her calm down.
“Sorry, so sorry,” she choked out between sobs.
“Now, Anya, I want you to know how lucky you are. By all rights, you should get a fourth punishment: for the terrible things you said to Sergio, and
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