Panties Down for 50 Swats The final discipline of a naughty Runaway. She lay limp over his lap, her poor red bottom pulsating in throbbing pain. The slightest touch made her wince as tears rolled non-stop down her face. Get up and bend over the couch, you are going to receive 50 swats for making me drive around all night looking for you A fresh round of sobbing as she struggles to comply, grabbing ahold of the sofa. His hands roughly pull her panties down to her thighs as she tries to wiggle out of his commanding grasp. Don't you DARE Defy me ! determined to paddle her bare bottom til she can't sit down. The two foot wood paddle lands with a splat on her naked backside as her ordeal begins. Sobbing , she doesn't know how she will ever survive 50 swats