Maryann glared at her girlfriend. “I’ve had enough,” she said, clenching her fists. “Enough of your lies and late nights. I know where you’ve been, and I know who you’ve been doing!”
Maryann didn’t wait for her girlfriend’s response. It wouldn’t be the truth. Just another in a long line of made-up stories and excuses. Instead, Maryann grabbed Ariana’s wrist and jerked her girlfriend forward. Ariana gasped as she was yanked off balance; her stomach slapped against Maryann’s thighs.
Maryann paid no attention to Ariana’s cries for mercy. She yanked up her girlfriend’s skirt and tugged her hose and panties to the girl’s knees.
“Maryann! No! I’m sorry!”
“Not as sorry as you’re about to be!” Maryann was furious. She raised her right hand high above her shoulder, and then brought it down hard on Ariana’s quivering bottom.