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One Spanked Girl
It had been a long and busy day at the Diner. No business day in Boston is ever exactly slow, but this was a particularly grueling day. Now that fall had arrived, people were leaving their air-conditioned apartments and spending more time outside. The result of this was a steady drove of customers coming in all day long after their morning, afternoon, and early evening activities.

Liz looked at her watch and was delighted to see that it was 6.58 pm ... only two minutes before her shift was scheduled to come to an end. After a full day of serving customers, some of whom were frustratingly rude and impatient, Liz was looking forward to getting back home and relaxing before rewarding her hard day's work with a little shopping spree.

After removing her apron, punching her time card, and saying goodbye to the other staff members, she left the diner and made her way home. When she opened the door, she was greeted by Jenny, her friend and roommate. She was reclining on the couch with her laptop, doing some online shopping; her shift had ended two hours earlier and much like Liz, she was quite drained from her day.

"Hey Liz, how was the rest of your shift?" asked the bubbly blonde.

"Long. Let's just leave it at that," replied the young redhead.

"Yeah, sounds about right. Just remember, we need to put in our time and make the dough so we can get our hands into the batter," said Jenny with a little laugh, referring to the donut shop the two girls hoped to open one day.

"True. I just wish delayed gratification didn't have to be so... delayed," sighed Liz

Liz then left the living room and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She wanted to wash the day's work away (not to mention that unmistakable diner aroma) before going out on the town. She stripped down to her yellow satin bra and matching bikini panties and washed the slightly smeared makeup off of her face. When this was done, she turned to the mirror and shook her perky bottom.

If things at the diner get much worse, maybe I'll just start making money using my money maker, thought Liz as she admired her soft feminine rump in the mirror.

She then stepped into the shower and was initially shocked by the cold water that hit her now nude body. After a small scream, she turned the faucet head and before long the room was filled with steam from the hot water as it poured down on her. She slowly soaped up her young body, finally relaxing a bit as the warmth of the water beating down helped her to come down from the stress of her work day.

When the shower was finished, Liz put on a towel and walked to her bedroom, where she laid out her outfit for the evening.