Bending over the kitchen stool Casey hears the familiar sound of ’s belt sliding through the loops. Heavy leather cracks across her cheeks, the sting intensified over tight yoga pants. Her pants are pulled down and she is instructed to sit on the stool with her bottom thrust out and exposed in a skimpy white thong. Her bottom jiggles, crying out as the belt makes it’s mark. Her pretty round cheeks are solidly smacked as she learns her lesson.
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