The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)
"Trying to avoid the strap, dear boy?" Brittany asks with obvious amusement, then--CRACK!!--her next searing strap-stroke connects to the plump base of your left butcher.
You involuntarily let out a very loud cry! Your hotly-smarting buns are performing a desperate dance in response to the snap of the wicked leather strap.
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