Skyler stands bent over the kitchen table, her dress pulled up, her panties rolled down to her thighs. Stepdad‘s heavy leather strap lands viciously across her bare bottom. Her slender Frame lurches forward as the force of each impact ripples through her bottom. Her bottom begins to blister and bruise under heavy application of the strap. Skylar quivers and cries out with each thunderous crack of leather across her poor flesh punished flesh. Obediently, she counts the final 20 strokes promising to obey her curfew.
