The cold air that blew over her flesh and made her shiver was all the reminder to Arianna that her butt was in the air and pointing right at Marcel.
She was mortified to death!
"Red looks so good on your skin," Marcel appreciated her sincerely even though he sounded more like a pervert right now.
"Please, let me go," Arianna begged him, her face red with shame. This was improper.
But he said, "Honestly, there was a possibility of me forgiving you, but that was until you stole my panty. A bad bunny needs to be taught her place," he laughed wickedly.
Arianna began to panic, "No, no, Marcel, don't you dare -!"
Pah!
Marcel slapped her ass cheek with no warning and Arianna screamed, not out of pain but anguish. How dare he spank her? Even as a kid, her father had never done that for once when he was alive. Who gives Marcel the damn right then?!
