The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)

The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid) by cactusman

"Thanks, Barbara," Brittany chirps brightly.

Then Brittany swings the razor strap forcefully at your naked buttocks--THWACK!! The first cracking stroke of the leather bridges both of your butchers just above their thigh creases, making you exhale sharply as you wince from the searing sting.