When the switch was flipped up, the instant seemed to freeze. Lily held her breath, her fingers tightening around her bench.
The hissing in the air was almost as terrifying as her pain. An exclamation of pain escaped her lips as her round bum jerked.
As she began to breathe again, a quick, slightly wheezing breath, she realized what made the switch so scary.
While an open hand spanking left a pain that tended to fade, that sting of hers seemed to permeate much longer.
Her soft flesh rippled again as she felt the movement of a new blow in her arm being lifted and hissing.
The first blows, perhaps from shock, were easy to take stoically, but the more the seitch hissed, hitting the skin, the more her cries of pain echoed the writhing and kicking of her legs, as her fingers struggled to hold her own. Taken in the face of her increasingly sore butt.
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