The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)
"What do you...??" Brittany sounds puzzled, but then she apparently decides to drop the subject.
"Never mind for now," she says sharply, as she touches the strap to the base of your elevated and openly exposed rear end. "Just let me try it out for now--sixty strokes with the strap for my naughty little Carolina Blue boy here."
You feel the pliable leather momentarily removed from contact with your trembling ass cheeks, then you inhale sharply as Brittany raises the razor strap over her right shoulder.
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