<div style="text-align: center"><b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b242/virgo2005/park29.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Jun Akigawa</a></u></b>​</div><b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b242/virgo2005/park29.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b242/virgo2005/park29.jpg</a></u></b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b242/virgo2005/park29.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b242/virgo2005/park29.jpg</a></u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b242/virgo2005/park29.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b242/virgo2005/park29.jpg</a><br/><br/>The exchange of glances between herself and Kyle plus all the unspoken words made the atmosphere between them abruptly incredibly tense and sensual. They were standing before one another not as classmates, but more or less Master and Slave. It may as well have been at any rate given the circumstances and all, even though that hadn't been made official. A new shade of crimson managed to catch her eyes and this was effecting Kyle as much as herself it seemed. It was another blessing for Jun; she'd begun to wonder if something had been wrong with her from contemplating on how it'd be if others caressed her in public to accepting this punishment so easily. Then again, spanking was - at worst - stinging and usually over with quickly. This would be even faster than anything her parents had given her in the past which though was few in number, still existing all the same.<br/><br/>The feeling of his hand lightly brushing over her rear made the young Asian swallow. He was getting ready for his treat of sorts, she knew that much. Though in a way, he was also giving her a hint - a silent countdown of sorts. That was appreciated, somewhat. And then he ... moved away? Did he not have it in him to do this? Her eyes soon saw that if anything, he was incredibly determined to make the two strikes on her ass count. The sight of the belt made Jun unable to help but whimper a bit. Never before had her father needed to resort to<i>that</i>. Only hands had been used.<br/><br/>Her heart raced frantically as her head turned away, not wanting to watch.<i>He wouldn't really ... would he?</i>But soon, the belt landed on it's mark and made her jerk and cry out, panting slightly as she grabbed onto the nearest item to keep herself standing, an unused table. They were silent but all the same Kyle did get his wish as some quiet tears did fall down her face. Compared to a hand, the belt had been<i>much</i>worse and effective. It'd definitely done it's job -- she would<i>not</i>be late again. All Jun could be truly grateful for by now was that there was only one more to endure.<br/><br/>Her body - hands especially - trembled as Jun gripped the table.<i>Just one more, just one more, just one more ... </i>And yet despite all the times she repeated the simple phrase to herself, time had seemed to slow. That or Kyle was intentionally taking longer than she desired. The urge to plea for him to hurry up went through Jun's mind but not lips, dreading that Carl would encourage him to put her even more in line from speaking out like that. So her teeth gripped her lower lip as she forced herself to wait and remain silent.<br/><br/>It'd come .. and hurt ... but once it landed, the punishment would be over. That was the main thing that mattered to Jun at this second.