The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)
CRACK!! CRACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! CRACK!! THWACK!! Your sobs become open crying as tears trickle down your face. All the while your determined feminine chastiser wields the razor strap with enthusiasm. Your frantic movements resume in response to the leathering of your exposed bottom-cheeks.
THWACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! THWACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! The final half-dozen seat-searing strokes, applied to your highly-sensitive, openly exposed under-cheeks, bring gushing tears and desperate wails from you as your self-control collapses almost totally. Your lack of control over your crying amuses Barbara and Brittany, both of whom begin giggling like schoolgirls. Your ex-girlfriend finally lowers the butt-blistering razor strap while you continue to sob and blubber and gasp, struggling to regain some composure.