It had taken the better part of the day for her to finally look at the damage done to her paddled bottom. She along with the other seven girls that had gone too far, and done a bit too much drinking the previous night had been sent home. Not because of their actions, but after all of them had taken a paddling, it was more of a mercy on them to not have to work with horribly sore bottoms. As much as Isabella had tried to stay, and work off the debt that she felt she owned everyone. Alice was very clear that she was not going to be behind the bar anymore that night, and she was not gonna be on the floor while in pain. So Isabella had gone home, learning that driving with a paddled bottom was probably the second hardest thing she could do.
However, the pleasure that came the second she reached her bed was on a level even she could not quite remember. Something about running one of her favorite toys, on a part of her that was begging for attention, while rubbing a hand on her sore rear did things that she didn't think were possible.
Now that the sun had risen on another beautiful day in New Orleans. However, judging from the sea of white clouds that kept blotting out the sun, she had a feeling that they might get rain tonight. It was there that she found the courage to finally look at her backside. "Ouch..." she whispered to herself as she stared back at her bottom in the mirror. It was still a nice pink color, even after a very good night's sleep. She ran a head across her rear silently wincing as she found a few small bumps, and a few small bruises that would last probably a few more days. Her right cheek seemed to have taken a lot more damage, as it was a deeper color than her left cheek. She wondered if it was because she kept leaning more to her right before the swat came down? Questions for later.
"At least it will eventually heal... I hope." Isabella added those last words before shaking a bit. Isabella let her white nightgown fall back over naked rear, having skipped wearing panties until she was sure she could handle having them on. "Or at least get better before I have to face Mrs. Simmons tonight." If Jakobe was a calm fury, she was terrified of the true storm that was waiting for her once she got to work today. Mama Tati already reminded her greatly of her momma back home, and she could only hope that she would accept her apology. As well as what else she had planned today when she faced her.
A knock on her door forced her to shake away that fear. As she pushed her hair back into a ponytail before standing up to go peek out of her apartment's peakhole. She was both surprised, and not, to see Alice was standing out there. She hid a loud yawn behind her hand as she seemed to be holding onto a cup of coffee. "Hang on a second," Isabella called out, as she quickly went to room, changing from her simple nightgown, to a pair of shorts two sizes too big, and a tank top before walking back out. She hesitated slightly as she wasn't quite ready to see Alice just yet, she was on the long list of apologizes she was gonna give today.
And she hadn't quite planned out Alice's just yet, or had time to get the flowers she had ordered today.
Alice was not a morning person in any way of the word, her hair was disheveled, her eyes a bit droopy, it seemed every breath she took was replaced with a yawn. "G-Good morning, Alice."
"Morning, Isabella." Alice let out one more loud yawn, a yawn that might give a sleepy lion a run for its money. "Excuse me, I am still tired." Isabella turned her eyes towards her stove's clock. "And I know it is 11 o'clock in the morning." Isabella quickly turned her attention back onto the girl. "If I don't plan on getting up early, then it is gonna take a while for me to get up. Mind if I come in?"
Isabella nodded, taking the woman into her living room. Alice sitting down at the end of the couch with Isabella choosing to lay on her tummy. "W-Why are you here? Not that it isn't always good to see you."
Alice rubbed at her eyes with a palm before answering. "I am here cause I know you a bit more than you think, and I am just going to tell you now." Alice's tired eyes fixed Isabella with a soft kind glance. "It is not your fault for what is gonna happen today, okay?"
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The Crimson Hide. (A Spanking Novel)
RomanceIsabella Shields was supposed to be many things. To graduate college and become a CSI to take after the steps of her grandfather. To one day find a good man and marry him, have kids, and keep passing on the legacy that the Shield family had passed o...