Rubbing her back to sooth her ragged breathing before picking up the Canadian Prison Strap and really laying into her. Each full swing collided with her punished cheeks, gasping and whimpering in pain as she is punished. They have agreed to push her limits, each strap testing her resolve. A thick leather paddle covers both cheeks, speckled bruising under the heavy swats. His doubled over belt swings, leaving swollen purple splotches. The concentrated pain of the Crop punishes her hard to reach places. Veda bravely takes her licks, dreading what is to come.
