Nothing gets through to Stella’s better than a non stop paddling, leaving her blistered and blubbering. Legs spread, the paddle splats from cheek to cheek, painting brushes to remind her to behave. Pinning her arm behind her back, she is comforted by holding his hand as he methodically blisters her bottom. Trusting him to deliver the harsh discipline she deserves and craves, her tears have little effect on his resolve. Her thick round bottom is solidly blistered without mercy.
