Bare bust hanging over the desk as she flexes over, bare bottom offered for the band and paddle. Hefty natural leather paints new welts across her mischievous backside. She begs him not to paddle her as he measures the divine Frat across her seat. Slow-moving purposeful swats crack mercilessly, blistering her bottom. Counting the final ruthless swats, rising up on her toes, dancing to soak up the pain. Paddled to the breaking point, she has actually discovered her lesson, standing to give her Father a hug.
