This story came to me when I was magically inspired. It’s not part of any series, but it does have a great deal of spanking and naughtiness and mystery too!
I do feel that I should preface this by saying that any resemblance of any characters to anyone living dead, fictional or otherwise is entirely coincidental. Entirely. It’s a story. Not an unauthorized public spanking of sorts. Definitely not that.
“She’s a brat you know.”
“Oh yes, a complete and utter brat.”
“We should be handing this thrashing out to her.”
Two women sat side by side in the coffee shop, two perfectly innocuous ladies dressed in blue jeans and plain form fitting t-shirts. The very picture of middle America. Nobody had paid them any mind as they’d ordered two lattes, and nobody paid them any mind as they sat in a corner booth and sipped at them slowly.
Trace, the woman on the left was slightly broader and taller than the one on the right, with short straight hair that fell to her chin. The expression on her angular features as she sipped her coffee was serious. The smaller woman, Sian, was a buxom blonde with red lips and an easy smile. They complemented one another in much the same way houses and fire do.
To a casual observer they could have been soccer moms or real estate salespeople, but they were neither. They were professional disciplinarians, hired hands, and they’d been given a job to do. On this occasion it was not a job they relished.
