She knows better than to constantly backtalk, yet here she is with her jean clad bottom turned up over the ottoman. His belt cracks down her shapely backside, she cries out in a bid for leniency. Hard and fast the belt punishes, making her think better of running her mouth in the future. A wide leather strap cracks down as he scolds her for running her mouth. Clenching, kicking, crying out, she will receive little mercy as she is corrected with the belt and strap.
