After a break for lunch and time to compose herself on a very sore strapped bottom. Sahrye is bent over a pair of form fitting yoga pants. She needs to let go, and the big FRAT PADDLE is the only way to guarantee this. Deliberate, full swats are measured and delivered across the taut fabric of her pretty round bottom, echoing loudly off the walls. The velocity of the swats raises her up on her toes as she absorbs the pain. After 10 swats her pants are lowered for application to bared bottom, no protection from her lacey thong panties. Crying out with each swat, she begins to tremble and cry. S...
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After a break for lunch and time to compose herself on a very sore strapped bottom. Sahrye is bent over a pair of form fitting yoga pants. She needs to let go, and the big FRAT PADDLE is the only way to guarantee this. Deliberate, full swats are measured and delivered across the taut fabric of her pretty round bottom, echoing loudly off the walls. The velocity of the swats raises her up on her toes as she absorbs the pain. After 10 swats her pants are lowered for application to bared bottom, no protection from her lacey thong panties. Crying out with each swat, she begins to tremble and cry. S...