With all of his kicking and squirming, Kim had already had to take Ron's wrist and pin it in the small of his back. "Ron, you're such a baby!" Kim said firmly. "You cost us the chance to get Drakken!"
"I-I-m s-s-sorry Kim" said Ron weakly. "They were having a sale at BN and..."
"I don't care Ron. You're inconsiderate and you sometimes act like a little boy. You're lucky you didn't piss off my Mom like this. She'd be laying her hairbrush on your bare behind. Lucky for you, I didn't bring my hairbrush with me!"
Wade had been listening on the Kimmunicator to this whole transaction. He secretly wished he had been the one over Kim's knee, but that's a story for another time. Unbeknownst to Kim, Wade had installed a 3D replicator in the pocket of Kim's cargo pants. All she had to do was to think of an object and it would be replicated as if by magic.
As she said "hairbrush", she heard a whirring by her leg and felt something in pocket. She looked at Ron, then reached into her pocket. It was a hairbrush, every bit as large and foreboding as the one she pictured spanking Ron with. 'Wade?', she thought, 'are you responsible for this?'
"You may need to thank Wade for the hairbrush, naughty boy" said Kim as she slipped Ron's pants off of him and let them drop to his knees. "These too, I think" she said, slapping him on the bottom and telling him to lift up his hips. He did so, and she slipped his underpants down to form a puddle of underwear next to his pants.
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