Stella is bent over the the edge of the bed, paddle arranged for her correction. She knows that her terrible behavior will result in the hardest paddling of her life. He won’t be finished until she is sobbing and her bottom is bruised and blistered. Measuring the paddle across the seat of her jeans, he methodically applies 2 dozen swats burning through tight denim. Peeling her jeans down, she is given strict instructions to hold position while he applies the paddle to her exposed cheeks. Her juicy mounds flatten, flushing red under the heavy paddle. She is reminded of the lesson that is being taught, one blistering swat after another. After two dozen swats, her panties are yanked down to her thighs, leaving her bottom bare for the remainder of her paddling. Bruises form in the center of her ample cheeks, jiggling as she counts and cries, doing her best to maintain position. The final two dozen swats leave her bottom blistered and bruised. She is reminded of the rules, and his expectation for her behavior. Crying, counting, sobbing through her swats, burning punishment, calming positive affirmations as she is hugged.
