Abigail just shook her head and cried harder. “It was all a set up! As they ‘announced’ my ‘award’ they dumped ice cold water from the ceiling all over me!” She curled up tightly, unable to be soothed. “That’s not even half of it!”
Abigail’s wings drooped slightly in guilt. “I’m still sorry.” She murmured, nuzzling her cheek. Reaching the area that she had spanked Abigail paused for a moment, almost not trusting herself to continue.
Bonnie sighed, clasping her hands together exasperatedly. “Abigail Hardscrabble. I give you my full, wholehearted permission to touch my ass whenever you’d like.” With that, she took Abigail’s hand and placed it gently on her sore, still throbbing scales.
Abigail blushed slightly, before pausing to feel over her throbbing scales. Hell she had really done a number on her. Picking up the towel she softly patted her dry, kissing her sweetly all the while. “I like that permission. Just know I may take advantage of it at different times and I’m going to repeat your words back to you.” She chuckled before wrapping Bonnie in the towel.