Coco isn't at all proud of her weekend so far. She'd planned to complete several assignments she's been putting off, and that are due at the end of the week. She made a good start on Saturday morning and was in a proper flow state, which has been difficult to conjure over the past weeks. Her pen could scarcely keep up with the speed at which her mind was racing with scholarly thoughts.

Then her phone started b*zzing with text messages on the desk beside her. Her damn phone! She should have put the silly thing on silent. She resisted for half an hour before curiosity got the better of her, and after a few textual exchanges with friends, a generous smattering of peer pressure, and the promise of glorious events to follow, Coco found herself at a pool party down the road, lounging on plastic inflatables, swinging water noodles, and trying to evade the water noodles of eager boys. The party continued well into the night, and she now wakes on Sunday morning feeling seriously disappointed in herself. All desire to study has evaporated, and anything remotely close to an intellectual insight is a long way from Coco's lethargic disposition.

Well, if any work is to get done today, then she needs to limber up and get energized, and the best way to give this girl some energy is a good walk. So, after a quick breakfast, Coco drives to a public gardens a few suburbs over. It's a splendid spot for a stroll, and the weather today is superb. After a glide on a swing, a stop to pick daffodils, and a brief tree-climb, Coco is feeling much improved. She can't shake her regret and disappointment in herself, however, and she still doesn't feel like sitting at a desk to churn out assignments. She can't believe she could be so st*pid yesterday. How could she so quickly transition from a place of such studious diligence, to one of such utter silliness and debauchery? It's so dumb and inconceivable. And yet, it happened.

As Coco rounds a bunch of trees in the garden, her eyes fall upon a stunningly, stunningly welcome sight: the bright green anonymous spanking booth! She drops her daffodils without thinking and walks up to the booth. What dream timing to stumble upon this most glorious of contraptions, thinks Coco, right when the baddest of girls needs to be taught the biggest of lessons. She examines the devices of discipline on the table beside the booth, and finds a flogger, a paddle, and a segmented strap. Wow, all new implements again. Well, they should do a fantastic job on this naughty girl's bare *ss, so long as someone appears who's willing to wield them. Coco has p*ssed a few people on her walk, so hopefully one of them comes this way, and does her the honor of reddening her big deserving bum cheeks. Gosh, how her bottom needs it.

Coco makes her way into the booth, bends over as far as she can, sticks her spandex-clad backside through the h*le, and waits with bated breath.

In this clip, Coco receives a hand-spanking over her leggings. Slow-motion replays are included at the end for a better look at those sweet spandex-clad booty bounces.

Coco spanked in leggings in the public gardens