"No ma'am! I promise!" Emma said quickly. Both of her hands flew back to cover her bottom.
"Why do you smell like smoke then?" Amy asked.
Emma shifted from one foot to the other. "We know I'm not a snitch, but I feel like deductive reasoning could go a long way here."
"Emma, mouth." Hunter scolded.
"Please believe me that I didn't smoke." Emma begged.
"Come here baby." Amy said. Emma reluctantly walked over to her, but kept her hands protectively over her bottom, and was engulfed in a big hug. Amy kissed the side of the girls face. "I do believe you." She whispered.
"Were the other girls smoking?" Hunter asked.
"H!" Emma whined. "I have to share a room with both of these girls for a couple of nights."
Amy pulled away and tapped under the girls chin. "No whining."
"Yes ma'am."
"Okay, I'm gonna address this without calling anyone out." Hunter said.
"No..." Emma whined again.
Amy turned the girl to her side, "Move your hands."
"Amy! People will hear!" Emma whined.
"You were going to get two swats, but now you're getting four. Move your hands, Emma."
"Amy! You're being mean!" Emma whined.
"Are we going for eight?"
"Emma, move your hands now or I will give you a full spanking. You need to obey the first time." Hunter scolded.
Emma reluctantly moved her hands. Amy gave her two hard swats. "Are you done whining?"
"Yes ma'am." Emma whimpered.
She gave her two more swats. "Will you obey next time?"
"Yes ma'am."
Amy pulled the girl in and kissed her temple. She could see by her husband's face that he wasn't impressed with her. "Go downstairs, love."
Emma looked between the two but quickly exited not wanting to be in any more trouble.
"What?" Amy asked.
"She earned a spanking, at a minimum that eight..."
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Teen Trials
RandomEmma Brooks had always lived by one rule: hers. The daughter of wealthy social climbers too busy curating their perfect image to bother with parenting, Emma grew up in designer clothes, exclusive circles, and total freedom. But when her brothers add...
