Standing in the corner, she wriggles whilst remaining still.
It’s quite a trick.
Her hips sway, the curve of her cheeks moving like a metronome. Sheer mesh panties reveal the blushing of her bottom, the consequence of a palm landing repetitively across her flesh, which was the consequence of something else.
“Stand still, please.”
The order comes softly. There is no need to speak loudly, not when the penitent has already obediently slipped into the corner.