People had their phones out watching the video of her being aggressively spanked, which she didn’t seem to mind since she kept saying “Oooh” and “Ahhh” and “Give it to me, Daddy.” The video was still online likely because I made sure that faux Ginny noted in the comments section that she was eighteen and that this was a parody. People were passing around their laptops and iPads so everyone could have a look at the photo and the video. It wasn’t often when one of the school’s most popular girls revealed a naughty side of herself, so this was nothing but pure money. For once, I breezed into the room unnoticed, knocked on Jennifer’s desk, smiled as I passed her, and then I took my seat behind Alex. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Something about Ginny Gibson. I’m trying to ignore it, but they’re making it impossible to do so. Sounds as if they’re kicking her around like they used to kick you around.” “Used to? Did you see my car yesterday?”
