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Mica grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her up onto her knees, then to her feet. Christa's hands were on Mica's hands, keeping her hair from being pulled out. This suited Mica just fine, as she had nothing with which to cover her nudity. Mica made her turn around a few times, then led her over to a railing near the edge of the dance floor. Bending her over it, Mica kept one hand on her to keep her in place, and with the other, started smacking her backside.

Christa's makeup was a mess from tears. Eyeliner was running down her face to her smudged black lipstick, and she was blushing right through her pale foundation. Each slap to her ample backside brought a little sob, and many in the audience couldn't decide which side of the railing they wanted to view the spectacle from--the haughty woman's grimacing face, or her rapidly reddening backside. Even worse from Christa's standpoint was how much her belly, thighs, and butt jiggled after each smack. The pain of the spanking was nothing compared to the humiliation and suffering the jeers and comments from the watching crowd.

After what seemed like forever to Christa, Mica paused. Christa's hands shot to her burning backside, trying to soothe it, and Mica let her. She started to stand up, and that's when Mica grabbed her upper arm firmly. Christa had no more fight in her, or so she thought. Mica wanted to lead her somewhere, but where?