Sobbing in embarrassment, Angela clamored over his lap, her pelvis resting on his right leg and her naked breasts flopping against his left. He carefully positioned her with her ass elevated and turned so that we could see it. With her head down like that, I know she was trying to picture how she must look to us with her ass facing us like it was. Almost involuntarily, her legs and ass cheeks clenched tight and her ass seemed to blush a little more. Then he proceeded to wallop her butt. I was fascinated as the color of her delicate skin turned first to a darker pink and then to bright red. Angela tried to be a stoic about the whole thing, but I was sure that wouldn't last. She did better than I expected though. Up until her ass started to turn bright red she kept her mouth shut and her legs tightly clenched together. Then something broke inside of her and suddenly she was kicking, screaming and wailing loud enough to wake the dead.

Smack! Thwack! Smack! "Aiiee! Oh God! You're killing me!" Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "My bottom, my poor bottom!" Thwack! Thwack! "You're peeling the skin off it, I know…" Thwack! "… you are." Thwack! Thwack!

The Chief sort of smiled at this, but kept right on beating her ass. I don't know if she was aware of it or not, or even if she cared at that point, but the way her legs were flailing around she was displaying all of her innermost secrets. She'd kept everybody but the Chief from seeing them before, but now her cunt and asshole were fully exposed to all of us.

Thwack! "Oh God, I can't take any more!" Thwack! "Please give me another chance," Thwack! "Please let me dance for you!" Thwack!

"You can't strip any more, Mrs. Broaddus. You're naked. Your clothes were ripped off of you, remember?" Thwack! Thwack! "And that's what the dance was all about."