Claire Cummings was convinced that Cherry Winters had been the one touching the priceless artwork during their sorority field trip to the museum. Despite Cherry’s repeated denials, Claire wasn’t buying it.
“Nice try, Cherry. You know the rules — if you mess up, you pay the price,” Claire said with a smirk.
Before Cherry could protest further, Claire grabbed her wrist and pulled the petite blonde over her knee on the couch. She flipped up Cherry’s short pleated skirt and tugged her panties down to her thighs, fully exposing her smooth, round bottom.
Claire started with her hand, delivering crisp, stinging smacks that echoed through the room. Cherry squirmed and yelped as Claire’s palm turned her pale cheeks a bright pink. But Claire wasn’t finished. She reached for the wooden paddle they kept for sorority “discipline” and began applying it with firm, deliberate strokes.
