Though she wasn't unmoved by the brat's apparently sincere remorse, Alyx knew such guilt after the fact was quite a common occurrence. For some reason brats frequently suffered from a "it seemed like a good idea at the time" malady, the cure of which, in Alyx's opinion, involved repeated smacks of a region which appeared to be directly connected to their brains. Unfortunately the connection was only temporary, which meant the cure needed to be applied regularly.
The cure was currently turning Emma's backside a brilliant rosy shade, as Alyx kept on spanking until her bottom was hot to the touch and practically glowing. Then she righted the now-sniffling brat on her lap, and gave her a quick hug.
"You will be polishing my didgeridoo and paying me back for every cent you 'borrowed,' is that clear?" she said sternly, holding onto Emma's chin and looking directly into her eyes. At the brat's earnest agreement, she gave a nod of satisfaction and sent her on her way with a swat.
"Right." She rummaged in the bag and withdrew the fur-covered paddle. "Carrie, you're next. Present yourself for punishment, please!"
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