Apology

Takuya continued spanking the bratty little girl's bottom. After several hits, the little girl finally came to her senses, and her little face flushed crimson at once.

Half from embarrassment, half from anger.

After all, having her skirt lifted and her bottom spanked in the street was something that had never happened to her before.

Ever since she stopped wetting the bed at the age of three, no one had ever spanked her like this, much less out in the street in front of so many people.

Noticing the astonished and surprised looks from the bystanders, the little girl could not lift her head. She kept her head lowered, flailing her little hands as she tried to break free from Takuya's control.

But how could a little girl possibly break free from an adult man's grasp? Takuya held both her slender arms in one hand while mercilessly continuing to spank her with the other.

Smack, smack, smack.

The crisp sounds rang out in a steady rhythm.

By then, the bystanders were all dumbfounded. No one spoke. The only sounds left on the street were Pikachu and Squirtle's urgent cries, along with the rhythmic smack, smack, smack of the blows.

The little girl's face was so red it looked ready to bleed. Once she realized struggling was useless, she could only bury her head even lower.

She had already begun to regret it.

"Stop! St-stop hitting me! Isn't it enough that I won't make a fuss anymore? Don't hit me!"

The little girl begged in a low voice.

Takuya remained expressionless, as though he had not heard her, and continued spanking her.

After a while, the little girl finally started crying, tears streaming down her face.

But Takuya showed no mercy. He coldly continued smacking her bottom. "Apologize, right? Apologize, right?