Anna stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way the long black gloves hugged her arms, their luxurious fabric shimmering under the soft light. She felt elegant and powerful, like a movie star from a bygone era. She couldn’t resist the temptation to try them on when she saw them lying on the dresser. Just as Anna was lost in her thoughts, the front door opened, and Lana walked in. Her eyes immediately fell on Anna and the gloves she was wearing. "Anna, what are you doing with my gloves?" Lana's voice was icy, and her eyes narrowed as she approached. Anna's heart raced. "I—I just wanted to try them on," she stammered, quickly pulling the gloves off. "I'm sorry, I didn't know they were yours." Lana snatched the gloves from Anna's hands, her expression hardening. "These are very special to me, and you had no right to touch them." Anna looked down, guilt washing over her. "I didn't mean any harm. I’m really sorry." Lana's eyes flashed with anger. "Sorry isn't good enough," she said, grabbing Anna's arm and pulling her toward. "You need to understand the consequences of your actions." Before Anna could protest, Lana sat down on the bench and pulled her over her knee. "You've been a very naughty girl, Anna," she said, her voice firm. Anna squirmed, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation. "Lana, please, I'm sorry." "Too late for apologies now," Lana replied, raising her hand and bringing it down sharply on Anna's bottom. Anna gasped at the sting, but Lana continued, each smack a reminder of her mistake. "Let this be a lesson to you" Lana said, her tone softening slightly as she delivered the final spank. "Don't touch what's not yours." Anna nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I understand. I won’t do it again." Lana helped Anna to her feet. "Good. Now, go and freshen up." Anna wiped her tears and smiled faintly. "Thank you, Lana."