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how you doing?”
    She did not look happy. “And what do you have to say for yourself?”
    “Who, me? I was just trying to take a shower; they threatened me.”
    “Really, offering words of comfort is a threat? Is that how things are in Russia?”
    Jessica’s brow wrinkled. “Ahhh, how do you know what…? You were listening! But, if you knew what happened, why did you ask them?”
    “To test them. Being honest and truthful is very important; we expect our little girls to always be that way. They failed, and will be punished. Think about that, Anya—they lied, all of them , in an effort to protect you.”
    “I… ahhh…” Jessica was speechless; no one had ever done that for her before, certainly not a bunch of girls who barely knew her. “Wait a minute, not all of them lied, they don’t all deserve to be punished.”
    “As far as I’m concerned, to not speak the truth is to be a party to the lie,” Misha snapped. “Therefore, they all share the punishment,” she added, and sat on the bench and beckoned to her. “Now, first things first, your punishment. Come here.”
    “What? What’d I do? No,” she squeaked, moving back into the corner.
    “You struck Iva! That is not tolerated. Now, come here, otherwise, you get the brush.”
    “Oh, yeah, right, I did,” she said softly, lowering her head.
    Jessica shuddered in terror. God, not a brush, not on my poor ass, I’ll be black and blue for a week.
    She groaned and slowly plodded to Misha, and over her lap she went, naked and wet. Gritting her teeth, she braced for the first smack, and didn’t have to wait long.
    Smack! Misha’s huge hand connected with her ass.
    She gasped. Wow, spanked on a wet behind really stings! Of course, I’m already super sore, so that probably contributed.
    As the spanking continued, Jessica yelped and howled and begged for mercy, and was soon sobbing. Yet, she did notice something: Miss Xena Warrior was not spanking her nearly as hard as she could. Jessica never thought she would be grateful for that, or capable of knowing the difference, but it was clear Misha was going easy on her. In the depths of her mischievous heart, Jessica actually felt a twinge of thanks, and regret. She had misjudged the girls, they had only tried to help her, and now they were going to get punished, all because of her. That made her tears flow just a bit easier.
    Finally, when it was clear that Misha was satisfied, nearly twenty minutes later, Jessica was released and lifted to her feet. Misha just about enveloped her in her long massive arms.
    “Anya, I apologize for being so strict with you, as this is your first day. I know you’ve been spanked quite a bit, but we have rules for a reason. The sooner you start behaving as a good little girl, the fewer spankings you’ll get. I hope you’re starting to learn that.”
    “I, ahhh, yes, ma’am,” Jessica choked out, the tears running down her face.
    She felt a little weird being naked and wet, and being hugged by this Goliath of a woman. Yet, once again, there was that feeling of comfort. Someone actually cared enough about Jessica to give her what she needed: love and discipline.
    “All right, brush your teeth and get to your bedroom.”
    Jessica nodded as Misha turned to go, and she just about shot back into the shower for a minute, the cool water helping to ease her agony. And yet, she chewed her lip in worry. Misha had not said to get to bed, only go to her room. Was more torment to come?
    She shivered in fearful anticipation, and rinsed quickly. Slipping her robe back on, she brushed her teeth, and headed toward her room. Every step was a new experience in pain. She was certain her behind would be black and blue tomorrow. As she passed several of the bedrooms, she saw some of the girls, the ones who’d been with her in the shower, in their rooms, ready for punishment. They were lying on their beds, pillows under their stomachs to raise the ‘target area,’ and their hairbrushes lying