When her Father leaves to obtain the belt, Chrissy draws her shorts up, wishing he will not notice. His hefty belt crashes down on the seat of her shorts, shedding just the same. “You’re still obtaining your bare bottom whipped” as he draws her shorts pull back. Her exposed flesh throbs, quivering at the idea. Removing her top for added humiliation, having actually discovered she went out with no bra on. Pretty cheeks wobbling under the crack of the thick belt, her base is blistered. Stopping briefly to apply some oil to her scalded cheeks, her relief is short lived. The sting of Daddy’s Belt is increased by her oiled flesh. Chrissy cries out pitifully, understanding full well that clinching and defiance will be managed roughly.
