Setting the spoon down, he pulls Stevie’s panties down to her knees picking up a new paddle. The splat a wood on scorched flash punctuated by her sniffles. Hard fast swats, a barrage on one cheek followed by the next. Stevie kicks her feet in agony, beginning to cry as he positions the heavy family pedal across both cheeks. Holding her firmly across his lap, brutal hard Swats till she lets it all out. Gathering her up in his arms she cries on his shoulder, a good cry and embrace is exactly what she needed. When she has regained her composure, she is sent off his lap to stand in the corner a... Show more