"Ahhh! Stop!" Screamed Galla as she realized she was being spanked. SPANKED! Like a naughty child. Only it was harder, and rougher, and the erotic element was obvious. His palm was calloused on her soft skin and she squealed desperately as each hit fell, oh, so painfully close to the apex of her thighs. The way he had positioned her, across his lap, made her breasts crush against his thighs, and the rocking imposed by the spanks made her shift uncomfortably to and fro.<br/><br/>"Release me, satyr!" She howled as she writhed and tried to avoid his hits, only managing to wiggle her bare ass for him. With her hands she searched wildly for something hard, something that could be used as a weapon. Upon the tenth hit, she felt it and grabbed it violently. Screaming, she flung the cup she had kicked out of his hand onto his head. "I said, release me!" In the momentary distraction, she tried to crawl away, kicking and screaming at him, her ass still poised in the air.