"I've had it with your whole freaking messed up compound over here!" Dr. Girlfriend shouted, over the noise from outside the panic room.
"My dad's going to hear about this!" Triana yelled back.
"Why are you such a fucking brat?" she returned. "I swear to god, somebody should put you over their knee!"
Triana went very still.
Dr. Girlfriend threw up her hands. "I should have known." Before Triana could react, Dr. Girlfriend had her up against the wall, her skirt flipped up. "I don't have a chair," she said, smacking Triana hard across the ass. "Or else-" she paused, smacking her again- "I really would put you over my knee." Dr. Girlfriend hit her a few more times, until her skin started to go pink and warm. "I guess we'll have to make do."
Neither of them noticed when the noise from outside stopped or when the door opened.
Dean passing out at their feet, however, was a little harder to miss.
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Date: 2011-01-21 02:43 am (UTC)"My dad's going to hear about this!" Triana yelled back.
"Why are you such a fucking brat?" she returned. "I swear to god, somebody should put you over their knee!"
Triana went very still.
Dr. Girlfriend threw up her hands. "I should have known." Before Triana could react, Dr. Girlfriend had her up against the wall, her skirt flipped up. "I don't have a chair," she said, smacking Triana hard across the ass. "Or else-" she paused, smacking her again- "I really would put you over my knee." Dr. Girlfriend hit her a few more times, until her skin started to go pink and warm. "I guess we'll have to make do."
Neither of them noticed when the noise from outside stopped or when the door opened.
Dean passing out at their feet, however, was a little harder to miss.