Becky takes her place in the center of the bed over the wedge. Her hips are pushed up perfectly, legs spread. The thin fabric of her yoga pants leaves little to the imagination as the big strap collides. Giggles, gasping, lurching forward, whimpering as the strapping intensifies. His heavy belt pushes her resolve to take her discipline. His hands caress her shapely mounds, feeling the heat. Two paddles, burning swats, whimpering under each crack, squealing in pain. Her yoga pants are removed, oil applied to her burning cheeks before a final application of the paddle.
