As the night darkened and Halloween festivities came to an end, I walked my nephew back home from our successful trick-or-treating adventure. On my way back, I noticed a familiar figure on the corner - my 19-year-old neighbor, tears streaming down her face. She was dressed in a revealing costume that at first glance appeared to be a seductive bunny, but upon closer inspection, I realized she was a kitten - a very sultry one. I approached her with concern and asked if she needed any help or if something terrible had happened. Through sobs and gasps, she told me that she had been shamed and r...

As the night darkened and Halloween festivities came to an end, I walked my nephew back home from our successful trick-or-treating adventure. On my way back, I noticed a familiar figure on the corner - my 19-year-old neighbor, tears streaming down her face. She was dressed in a revealing costume that at first glance appeared to be a seductive bunny, but upon closer inspection, I realized she was a kitten - a very sultry one. I approached her with concern and asked if she needed any help or if something terrible had happened. Through sobs and gasps, she told me that she had been shamed and ridiculed for her choice of attire, deemed too provocative for our conservative neighborhood. But to me, she looked like a vision of femininity and sensuality, although I could understand how some people might react differently.

I offered to walk her home, but she refused, saying she couldn't bear the thought of going home in such a disheveled state. She argued with her step-mother about her outfit, trying to defend herself against the impending punishment she knew would come. Tears streamed down her face as she took a deep breath and spoke softly, admitting that she expected to be punished that night, but not in this way. I tried to offer a friendly and understanding smile, but I could feel a hint of malice creeping into my expression. As if sensing my internal struggle, she suddenly slid her hand down my chest, making my heart race. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she made an unexpected request - for me to give her the punishment she deserved. My throat went dry as I struggled to hide my excitement, and without hesitation, I replied that I could certainly teach her a lesson or two in my apartment.

[Part I] I start the lesson by showing her who's in control. I grab a shibari rope and improvise a collar around her neck to tame the naughty kitten. To start the spanking, I take off her skirt and see that the costume she was wearing was even more revealing than I imagined. I want to get a better look at that ass and the pussy that was escaping from the small outfit, so I put her on all fours on the bed and the game begins.