by: funbun
Description}: This is a drawing I made of model Kyra who wanted to write her own story to accompany it. Here it is:"Get out from under there NOW, you little brat!" demanded Winter, most sternly. Little Kyra had a good idea what she had coming to her. So as a matter of self-preservation, she'd scurried under the bed, like a kitten avoiding a brutish hound. Winter was indeed justified, however, and accurate in her labeling of the guilty girl beneath the box springs. "Spying on me," hissed Winter. "Spying on others' intimate moments! What happens between my boyfriend and me is PRIVATE, not something to be witnessed by little scamps.""I...I'm sorry," admitted Kyra, with a quietly frail voice coming from the darkened space below. "I was just curious.""You'll be ten times more sorry if you don't get out from under that bed!""Please," begged Kyra, with a quivering voice. "I won't do it again." And then, silence. Kyra peered out from the secure area of her little fortress, and noticed that Winter had left the room. She could hear her high-heeled shoes clacking on the surface of the hardwood floor in the hallway. As the passage was long and the house rather big, Kyra had no idea what was going on. She certainly expected more of a fight. Had her adversary given up, or had she left the scene to formulate some kind of plan? Kyra knew she couldn't stay under the bed forever. The smell of dust layered there wasn't particularly appealing to her, either. She was just about to examine a curious scrap of note paper that she noticed under there, when she again heard those heels, this time coming instead of going. Before she could ascertain what might happen next, she felt a frigid stream of icy water hit her between the eyes. "EEK!" Winter was like a cowgirl, gripping a spray bottle with deft dexterity as she shot poor little Kyra multiple times. And just like a kitten, Kyra reacted quite adversely, hitting her head on the mattress box in the process. In such small quarters, she could hardly avoid being pelted with water blasts. She clumsily crawled toward the opposite side of the bed, attempting escape. Winter was there with haste, however, like a huntress. She grasped the dazed girl by the hair and pulled her up. "Lemme go!" whined Kyra in protest, but to no avail. Winter dragged her over to a chair and sat down in it, taking the miscreant over her knee and pulling up her dress. Kyra had been in this position plenty of times, and knew better than to fight it when she got caught. Winter was much stronger than she, and more agile. Kyra bit her lip and closed her eyes, fearful of what was to come, but accepting the inevitable. Winter laid into her with a series of sharp smacks across her thin white cotton panties. "Owwwiiiiieeeeeee!" yelped Kyra, as her round bottom jiggled with each blow. Then down came the panties, and gone was any protection...or hope for Kyra to get out of a painful situation. "This is what happens to SPIES," sneered Winter, raising her arm high like a steel flagpole, while Kyra cringed. Winter's strong hand struck Kyra's soft, vulnerable behind over and over. Her red lips formed a smug and devious smile. She would not stop until she had received teary-eyed satisfaction via retribution. Winter's anger brought on a swift driving force from her right arm as she slapped color into Kyra's cheeks. The shades contrasted with the light green nail polish painted on the delivering hand. Pale pink...rose-colored...to candy-apple red turned Kyra's bottom. The bratty girl began to quickly regret her actions, feeling the unforgiving sting on her bare ass. After a few minutes, the onslaught became more than she could take. A boy walking home from school could've sworn that he heard crying emanating from a window on the second floor of the house across the street...
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