“Stop!” she yelled, “Stop spanking meeeee!”
He didn’t. In fact, it only made him spank her harder. Left-right, left-right, heavy, punitive slaps. Her small bottom was bouncing and wriggling under his painful attentions, and tears were streaming down her face over her blushing cheeks.
“It’s not… oww!… it’s not fair!”
He said nothing, readjusting her over his lap and resuming the spanking impassively.
“I mean… Ooow! Stop!… It wasn’t that bad…”
He rolled his eyes and pulled her skirt up in a swift, sharp move. He couldn’t help but pause, not because of her outraged cries and pitiful attempts at getting her skirt back down, but rather mesmerised by the two perfect little pink globes he had revealed. She was wearing the smallest pair of panties —hardly any protection at all— and her fretting made her bottom wiggle and bounce in a most alluring manner. He lifted his arm up again.
“Oooooow! How dare you! It was just— Oww!! It was just a little prank!”
He clenched his jaw at the memory, and slapped her tight bottom harder than ever. Just a prank… The nerves on this one…
“Okay… Okay! I’m sorry! It was… OoooOoow!!… just to welcome you… Ow, ow, oOOow! It’s tradition ! Don’t you have traditions like that in Europe?”
“Oh we have many traditions in Europe,” he said with a hint of an accent, “Most of which don’t involve humiliating other people…” he landed a couple more swats and went on:
“But first of all, the swastikas are really offensive,” he said, punctuating each word with a hearty slap, “And second of all, I’m not even German!”
“Oow! But Europe…”
“Is a continent, not a country. Consider this your first lesson, the first of many!”