Crawling onto the bed, Stevie stacks the pillows, crawling over with her bottom thrust high in the air. Her panties are pulled down to mid thigh, bare cheeks exposed for step-daddys belt. Black leather belt raised high overhead, crashing down on her throbbing backside. Stevie cries out, burning leather making her very sorry, but not as sorry as she will be. The thick wood paddle always does wonders at adjusting her attitude, leaving her bottom bruised as she counts the swats while holding back tears. Gathered up in his arms, she snuggles into his chest, promising to be a good girl.